This weekend it rained off and on for two days and our yard turned into a jungle. A big, beautiful jungle. I’m so thankful.

Jane has been sick with the worst cold, and on top of that is teething to the max. As far as I can tell, it’s her molars. Oh boy. She cries. She won’t eat. She won’t drink. She clings to me. She won’t sleep. It just breaks my heart. Yesterday she didn’t want to climb the stairs and I carried her up. I thought she was holding on tighter to my neck than she was, and when I got to the top hallway I accidentally dropped herface down on the carpet. Her nose started to bleed, and she screamed and cried, and I cried, and thank goodness for cold towels. I have to tell you, I haven’t ever felt so awful and guilty in my entire life. I couldn’t stop crying. Even after Jane had recovered and asked to sit on the potty, and she was playing with her sound making Disney princess book, I just kept balling.

Jane, however, was fine and happily move don to  push the magic wand button on her book.

I kept boo-hooing.

Jane started pushing the rabbit button repeatedly and bouncing sounds echoed off the bathroom walls and she bounced her own feet off the floor repeatedly. Her little right nostril was caked with a tiny bit of dried blood.

“Bunny wadddit!” she yelled, giggling at her own cleverness.

She’s cornered the market on comic relief.