It's been sort of rough around here lately guys.
H has been battling a rough cold - complete with fever, no sleep, snoring resembling Chewbacca, and a nonstop running faucet of a nose.
Also, a couple of rounds of throw-up.
Neither Mr. Smith nor I have been spared from this, although I'm sure I was the only one who found dried Strawberry Pediasure on their cheek around lunchtime on Thursday.
So, with Sunday's awesome weather and a full recovery from H, we hit up the neighborhood park.
Where we played...
Had some deep thoughts...
Conquered the slide with Daddy...
Had a few laughs...
Flew through the air...
Battled some serious static cling...
(Ironically, this is what my mane looks like every morning.)
Posed rather cutely...
And shared some serious giggles with Mommy.
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