Something to remember...

I was in the kitchen.

I heard Owyn make a sound. It was the kind of whiny, but still playful, sound she makes when she is pretending to be in distress but really is just wanting me to come play with her.

As I walked in to the living room to see what game she was playing, I said, "What's the matter, Owyn? Are you okay?"

Then, before she could answer, I saw that she had her feet on the couch and her hands on the ground, balancing herself so she wouldn't fall completely off of the couch. Her entire body, head to toe, was covered by a blanket.

"Um," she answered me, "I'm just having a hard time."