Cute reminder

The Boy was up about every half an hour all through the night last night due to a new cold, teething, and/or demon possession. We're not sure which, and the test for demon possession is remarkably unreliable, so we will probably never know. It's been a long time since he has done that, but it does not make me feel (or look) any better this fine, wintery morning.

I have bundled the boys off to daycare and work, and I am getting myself together here at home.

I feel that I need to remind myself that this boy is adorable and a true joy to our lives, so that I don't exercise my circus option. Here's my new hat, off the needles, woven in, and ready for my head, modeled very stylishly by my remarkably alert son. I give you, the side-slip cloche: