I'm pretty sure that Monica is dealing with her first cold. She's not super congested, but she's listless, tired, and doesn't want to eat all that much. There's been a whole lot of soothing goin' on.
I have a deep-thought, musing post in the works, but there just hasn't been the time nor the brain cells to really get it together. I feel that way a lot these days. For instance, Kevin got me the complete Theology of the Body and the companion commentary by Christopher West for my birthday. I have every intention of starting to plow through it, but I always seem to get thwarted by nap time, feeding time, or pure exhaustion. I also had every intention of getting out today, but alas, a baby who needs some extra love trumps that.
Life is what happens to you when you're making other plans. (Translation: Some days are spent in a rocking chair.)
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