A few minutes ago, I was happily puttering in the kitchen. The washer & dryer were both going, the dishwasher was gurgling, and I was waiting for a piece of toast to pop up for a mid-morning snack.
David was asleep in his swing in the living room.
Wendy was sitting on the living room floor watching "Signing Times."
So imagine my surprise...shock...incredulity...horror...
...to see Wendy walk into the kitchen CARRYING David.
Thankfully, she had grabbed him under the arms & his head was resting against her chest.
But, oh, my heart. Not sure it needed that jumpstart this morning.