Snow day.
Snow day.
Barf day.
Mathew and Everly are down for the count. That means loads of movies, rootbeer, a space heater, mom's soft blanket (we'll have to boil that) and Zofran.
The power of the written word.
Mark stayed home with the sickies so that I could sneak out with Megan and Anna to see Laney's Christmas band concert. We got prime seats.
She had a speaking park! And she killed it. She's destined for great things.
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