My one-year-old-who-thinks-he-is-three woke up sick today. His fever meant cancelled plans and big brothers that were SO BORED. It was pretty obvious the little bugger didn't feel good but for most of the day he was still cheerful. So pretty much the opposite of me when I'm sick. He wanted to snuggle most of the day, and I spoiled him with juice and "caw-toons" and he obliged with charming smiles and funny comments. For a sick day, it wasn't too bad!
Mom and I slipped away yesterday afternoon for a trip to town. We had a relaxing couple of hours away from all the chaos at the lake. We shopped, drove around town chatting, I visited the sacrament of reconciliation, and we picked up my favorite small-town pizza joint pizza for supper. I love my hometown so much, but don't spend much time there anymore now that my parents live at the lake. I enjoyed cruising around town catching up on the changes and updates. Mom caught me up on local news, and I accidentally bought a dress, two shirts and a travel mug. That type of thing happens when I hang with my mom, but that's OK! It was a wonderful afternoon and I'm grateful for our little escape.
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