Wednesday in Maine

Right after Dan and Beka had to leave, Frances came down with a cold. (Good timing, Dan and Beka!) She got to feeling a little fragile and wanted to be held. We got to feeling sorry for her, so we gave in and held her, even while playing tennis.


She still rallied for some berry picking on the way home and even ate a blackberry without any dramatic retching (imagine this picture 90 degrees counterclockwise).

We finished up the day with a delicious dinner. It was a lovely way to spend our third anniversary. And then followed our longest night yet as parents. Beware Babies with Colds.