A few weeks ago we visited Idaho for the weekend, where we had a luncheon with Tyson's mother's family. One little girl in particular, named Gracie, just couldn't get enough of Lincoln - she chased him around the entire day! I was so tempted to rescue him, but it was adorable to watch him run away from her every time she tried to hug him. As long as Lincoln keeps throwing girl's arms off him and running in my direction, I'm happy.
Since my sinus infection choose to become horrific that very weekend, I wiped my nose the millionth time and called my mom. Say yes to Advil Cold & Sinus (and calling mom)! Once I was happily hopped up on Pseudoephedrine and finally able to breathe, everyone decided to play the game Cranium (anyone else notice the irony of that situation?). Thanks to my near drunken state which lowered any social inhibitions and manners I usually abide by, I made too many "that's what she said" jokes, came in 2nd place, then Tyce forced bedtime upon me....possibly so I wouldn't embarrass him anymore. All in a day's work.