Well, our family’s annual end of summer cold has descended upon us. First me, I brought it home from work I’m sure, now Jack. If I’m lucky it will skip over Jeremy and grammy.
Poor Jack is all stuffy with a low grade fever. But he’s in a very good mood overall.
We’re supposed to go camping this weekend with family. We’ve been planning the trip since Jack was a tiny babe. So I’m really hoping we’re all well enough in time.
Unfortunately, I’ve had to call in to work twice now due to this terrible bout of cooties. On top of not getting paid I’m also missing important training for a position I’m supposed to take over soon.
At this point I have no choice but to leave it up to the universe, and try to get us well. We’re not sick in this house often but when we are it’s awful.
Hopefully everything works out for the best. I start school next week too and then I will really not have time to be sick.
Jack is closer to being a two-year-old, then he is to a one-year-old. A fact which continues to boggle my mind daily. Where did this big boy come from? He was 30 pounds at his last baby well checkup.
It seems like another lifetime ago that I was counting his breaths as his tiny 3-pound counterpart slept the day away in an incubator. I measure time by those days in the NICU, Jack then, and Jack now. This boy fought so hard to be here with us, that these seemingly simple moments of watching him, watch his favorite cartoon, or read his favorite book, are worth documenting.
On the calendar you may have been early, but in my heart you were right on time. ~Author Unknown
Jack, one year, 8 months and 25 days old. Sitting in his favorite spot in the backyard, playing with a stick/wand, and enjoying a little sunshine. The purest and simplest form of discovery play for a toddler such as himself.
There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again. ~Elizabeth Lawrence