My Snowflake

Well, no dance recital for my boy, he came down with a cold that flattened him for the night. I'd gotten off work early so that I could get home in time to change and get him there before the doors opened. But when I got home he was snuggled up on my mom's lap, his face pale and forehead hot and he announced, "I don't want to go anywhere!" Poor guy. He fell asleep early and slept heavily all night. He was better the next day, of course, and crabby that I wouldn't let him play outside in the cold air. At least he wasn't sick on his birthday!

Here's my little snowflake a few years ago (oh my goodness those round cheeks!!)