Baby Sneezes

I am home today with my poor little sick H-opotamus. He was up all last night crying and coughing and sneezing and gagging and weezing. I feel so bad for my little pumpkin. I took him to the doctor last night and luckily it is just your average wicked baby cold, but it still takes a lot out of him and you can't really give him anything to make it go away. I keep attacking him with the booger sucker bulb--I am sure you can guess how much he likes that. At least for now he is sleeping peacefully next to me on the couch. It is such a crummy dark and rainy day that I am glad to be home all bundled up with my baby.

Crashed!

So funny that the thousands of crazy girls trying to buy Tory B. Totes, shoes and tunics crashed the sale at Rue. LITERALLY. They had to pause the sale due to technical difficulties! I don’t know why I think it is so funny (even though I was getting very excited about the blue tote and the pink and green scroll tunic). Something about the visual of screaming girls on the Internet clicking away furiously like some sort of virtual Filene's Basement mad dash.
I hope they get it back up and running and that everybody gets what they want. I think I am over it. Although that tunic might be perfect for post baby mid-section coverage! Alas- if I ever want to stay at home- we need to save… so I will be going without. Boo.