Needed

Today is Wednesday, the day we usually have our family dinner at Moe's.  When we got there this evening, though, Chip complained of pain in his abdomen and started crying.  Assuming it was something along the lines of gas, we decided to get dinner to go and eat at home, so we could closely monitor the little guy.  As soon as he ate his quesadilla and cookie, he leaned over on me and fell asleep.  It wasn't yet 8:00, so he must be sick.

As much as we hate for our baby to have pain or to be sick, there is something special about holding your own sleeping baby and knowing that you are making them feel better.  Anyhow, here is the one sweet thing that came out of a bad situation: