•sick day•

We should be miserable.


He had to miss "sharing circle."
I've gone a whole week without wily coworkers.
But the sun has been so strong...



There were blackberries today! I know, I know. These are not quite. But only because we'd snozzled every dark one, before I managed to retrieve the camera.

We did pause before the first, to offer a few words. To the Universe, I explained.
"I love you," said Penn, to the berry. Then he gobbled it.
xox

•snot-rag•

There is absolutely nothing noteworthy about a cold. Small sicknesses come and go, with fevers and chills and barking coughs--that's life. This week, the kid has been sick (no taking him to preschool), and now I am coughing and sputtering and loathe to leave the bed. Eh. So be it.

However. For next time, I'm making one small vow: I will designate a box of handkerchiefs. Separate, that is, from our dinner napkins. Transitioning a three year old from tissues to hankies is a piece of cake; teaching him which bright squares are not for the nose, not so much. xox