Good morning, good morning.

The Mathurs are over here recovering from mild colds. Nothing too crazy. Just your average, run-of-the-mill, 4yo bringing a cold into our house, infecting all of us, and then getting over it real quick while the rest of us are couch-bound and he somehow appears to regain all his energy and then some.

Yesterday, I was NOT FEELING IT.

I think, because, the night before I had any cold symptoms, I got my flu shot and Covid booster. Yes, at the same time. Which, last year, was totally fine and there were no side effects. But, yesterday, I felt the nausea and the fatigue and a headache for most of the day. So I don’t know whether to blame the cold or the shots, but either way, I was trying to move very little.

It made me wanna be home with my mama. Not *BE* THE MAMA. Hahaha. Apparently, that urge to be comforted by your mom never goes away, despite inching our way toward 40.

BUT. I feel like I woke up a different human, so things are looking up.

And the kids are both still sleeping, which is also an added bonus.

Riyu has recently learned to slide off the bed and meet us at the door when he’s ready to be done with his nap/sleep. I love it and hate it all at the same time. I want him to “hurry up” and reach a certain milestone while also wanting to preserve him at this incredible, amazing, perfect age. Yesterday, he was being so cute sitting in Ankur’s lap and I looked over and said, “I want mooooooore.” Which we will absolutely not do. But, man, I understand the urge to have more and more and more children.

He’s just the happiest, most playful baby.

He’s very into the Toniebox, airplanes, stickers, and books (though he will slam the book shut on your finger in the middle of you reading to him). And he continues to be obsessed with all things ball-shaped, splashing in the bathtub, and anything at all his brother is doing.

He’s a freakin’ delight.

The forecast for tomorrow is showing a high of 80, so we’re having a picnic in the park with some neighbors. Meanwhile, I keep monitoring Hurricane Milton as it carves its way through Florida and it hurts my heart to see. Thinking about all those families and the damage they’re going to have to face when they return to their homes. I saw a newscaster describe it as ‘the ocean coming through to your living rooms’ and my heart is breaking for the people that may lose everything.

Thinking and praying and hoping everyone is safe and out of harms way.

I’m signing off to get the big kid ready for school. Hope you all are having a healthy, safe, connected week. <3