This morning, I realized it was B.'s birthday. Every year since W. was born, B misses out on cake and festivies because his birthday is so close to W's. So I picked up young A and took him shopping this morning. We got B the first season of Buffy and Sex and the City, two of his favorite shows, on DVD. I hope he liked them. A sang a cute Happy Birthday song for him. I just wish I wasn't sick.
Gotta go do my progress reports--only 35 left!