Today was allll about Miles. It always is, but I’m not kidding you, it REALLY was today. I haven’t showered, not even sure my toothbrush has gotten much action or really gotten much done around here because Miles woke up with a cold and he just wants to be held or fed constantly. His face is like a constant water works. Poor baby!

When someone is sick in the house, you can’t help but kind of feel crappy too. (Thank goodness my next shoot isn’t until Sunday.) So I was feeling gross, Miles was REALLY feeling gross and around 3:30 when Miles wasn’t going to nap and I HAD to finish up a project that has been pulling at my mental pant leg for what feels like ages, I figured out a solution. I popped Miles in my beco carrier (front position) gave him a piece of sourdough toast and had about 20 minutes to work while Miles gummed away at the bread. Sometimes, after a day of giving everything you’ve got, just having 20 minutes to (kind of) yourself helps big time.

Here’s the two of us caught working by my photobooth camera.

John and I got him down to sleep about an hour ago, which is about 4 hours later than usual. John and I joined forces and snuggled with him while we all zoned out to some Sesame Street. (Thank god for PBS on demand. We don’t usually do TV for Miles, but all rules are broken when he’s sick.) We lucked out with a segment about how to make Crayons. Awesome! We were trying to wind it down when Big Bird brought out a foot ball and Miles just kept saying, over and over, “SHOE BALL! SHOEBALL!” (How hilarious is it he calls footballs shoe balls?)

I gotta get back to finishing up some stuff and then I’m heading to bed. Gotta keep my immune system healthy to fight my little germ monster I’ve got sleeping upstairs. John is crossing his fingers that I stay well because it’s kind of hell around here when I’m sick.

Ok, enough sick talk. Check out this photo John caught yesterday when we were shooting a senior. Kinda funky, huh? I LOVE those jeans. I should have bought 3 more pairs. I’m going to wear them to death.

Gotta run, poor Miles is up again. 🙁