Drama Royalty

Davey has a habit of drinking his bottle like this. It's as though he can't believe we made him wait so long to eat. We call him our little Drama King. Probably a trait inherited from his drama queen mom. Just yesterday I thought the worst was upon me when I awoke to a sick husband. Keep in mind that Davey and I barely see dad during the week, so when the weekend approaches we eagerly anticipate time with him and mommy's hoping for some extra hands to help change diapers too. But a sick husband meant no hugs for Davey (none for me either), no visits with family and friends, and no fireworks. A disappointment to be sure, but I made it out to be a bigger deal than it was. Thankfully I have a rational husband who's good at fixing things. He was able to set up a few chairs in baby's room so we could watch the neighborhood fireworks from our window. Just like Davey's bottle, that simple thing made things all better.