Fisher pronounces his name "Shisher." And Shisher has been in a bit of a funk for the last couple weeks. Thus, his poor mother has been in a bit of a funk, or should we say, at the end of her quickly fraying rope! Bless his sweet little heart, though. We can't help but love him in spite of himself. In a temporary glimmer of quasi-happiness, Shisher sported these snazzy shades yesterday. His resemblance to Elton John was at once hilarious and frightening.
After spending some time with me and Shisher yesterday, Auntie Tiffy recommended the book, "Pain Free Parenting." Apparently, I'm not the only one who thinks we need help. Thankfully, she had the patience to make this pile of leaves for him to slide into and to read him several books. Then, she really went the extra mile and helped me ice over 8 dozen sugar cookies with royal icing, which is a pain-staking process, particularly with four kids tugging on your pant leg. My mom helped out too. Thanks a billion!