Today wasn't a great day around this house. It started off on a good note but was downright sour by about 4:00. I, admittedly, lost it on Emily at least twice, maybe three times and I was really ashamed of myself. Hope was great, as she has been the last few days. She turned 18 months old and decided to celebrate by becoming perfect. She really summed up the day though at dinner when she decided to do most of it laying down:
Here's to a better day tomorrow.