After a little shopping and lunch with my mom, the kids fell asleep for naptime. Over that 2 hours, my stomach started to hurt.
By 3:30 I was getting sick. If you know what I mean. And you do.
If you're going to spend your birthday sick, you may as well spend it sick with cuddles from these two:
And when Luca overheard me lamenting the fact that I can't have cake on my birthday, she made me one I could pretend to eat. Sand cake with a stick candle, anyone?