Flu Central continues.

Up four more times in the night with Reese.

She's fine except for the aches and a fever near 102.

But give her some medicine and she's back talking non-stop.

And  I mean non-stop!!!

The worst part of being sick for her is having to stay away from Kean.

From the couch she constantly calls out to him to tell him how much she loves him

or misses him.

It's really quite sweet.

Kean by the way, is now 17 months old.

Wow.

His front two teeth are coming in and he looks like a little boy now instead of a baby.

And as of yesterday, he has starting reaching out to me with his arms when he wants me to

pick him up.

It's a milestone I've been waiting for him to meet.

Can't begin to tell you how cute it is.