It seems there was only a thyroid problem on paper. Some things are doing their job to make up for other things which aren't. I feel rotten simply because I'm pregnant. The past couple of days I've felt like my body's just barely trying to get the flu. Then I rest. And the day starts all over.

Savannah and I seem to be on the same wavelength. My sister sent a reusable rewards calendar. Every week she sets a goal to "Be gentle with my brother" or "Say please, thank you, ma'am, and sir." She gets pretty excited about the stickers and Daddy gives her a thumbs up for each sticker. Doesn't it make sense to give more pats on the back for a good job than pats on the bum for not?

And Seth is walking wherever he can. So we've had lots of happy moments. To top it off, they're playing great together.