I'm working from home today because Beastie is sick. We all know working from home, though I'm forever grateful for the ability to do so, is less than optimal.
But I have to say, conference calls are a lot nicer with a baby cuddled against your chest.
The Lad is 24 days away from 2. He's not really a baby anymore. But he's the snuggliest sick kid ever, so I've been enjoying every minute of today. Especially the times when I hand him his juice and he says, "Shanks."
It's not quite as good as how he used to say thank you -- "go-go," I've been mourning the loss of this particular mispronunciation -- but it's awfully sweet and heartfelt.