Dresses, Daring-Deeds, and Decongestant

Lots has been happening around here. Porter is sick, and has spent lots of time on the couch with a wet rag on his forehead. Brice taught him this trick in the middle of the night, and now he feels that it always has to be there. Poor guy. The baby started pulling up on anything and everything. Such a brave girl, but I don't like to be reminded that she's growing up. And on a cuter note, the girls wore matching Santa dresses to church last Sunday that were made and smocked by my grandmother almost 30 years ago! The one Riley has on was the one my cousin Lisa wore, and the one Lizzie has on was mine. Props to my mom for keeping those dresses in such good shape.