sniffles

We had an under-the-weather kind of weekend. Bill and I both have the beginning of a cold (cough, cough) and poor Emma is so stuffed-up, she sounds like some kind of farm animal when she breathes. On a positive note, I gave her these miraculous teething tablets, and they've helped her sleep so much better the past two nights, amen! Bill was our hero this weekend. He let me take a guilt-free nap yesterday to rest (yey!) and all Emma wanted was Daddy. As soon as he would come in the room, even if she was playing happily, she would cry for him to get her. We are down to the last week of packing, and we both will be relieved when it's over. Here is Emma during a feel-good part of the weekend. (She's rubbing the material on her shirt, but it looks like she's pointing to her heart.)