Breathe a sigh of relief with me: Charles is better, back at daycare, and I am back at work. Ahhhh…
Last week sucked, I never want to repeat it, and I don’t want to even think about it anymore. Instead, let’s talk about what kind of miraculous recovery this kid made:
He looks downright normal, doesn’t he? I mean, a bit peeved, maybe, that I put gloves on him, but normal and healthy all the same. What, don’t you do strange things to your kids to
frustrate them teach them adaptability?
We even got some outside-time in while the weather was nice, both at the park and in the backyard:
Check out that flowering cherry tree! The scourge of our sidewalk come summer, when the sticky, inedible cherries start falling (someone once told me they were decorative, to which I just snorted. Please, how is cherry mush and a carpet of pits under your feet, just waiting to trip you, decorative?). Right now, the tree, along with many hundred of its brethren in Mount Vernon, is the scourge of residents’ allergies.
Charles managed to lose over a pound last week, so when he expressed interest in eating hamburgers with us, we let him go for it, much to our amusement:
Finally, to remind myself that before young master Charles started hacking bodily fluids all over me I dressed up and went out for the THIRD TIME in as many months, here is a photo of me and my fabulous hat for my hat-themed Rotary Auction:
It’s not the best photo, but you get the idea. At the auction, Tony and I bought a trip to Zihuatenejo, Mexico in May, so now we have a post-tax-season trip to look forward to. And we’re not taking Charles! Heaven in a margarita glass, just what I wished for so many times last week.