Sickness & Some other Stuff

A coworker recently told me that once March rolls around, we'd all be much healthier again. No more colds, no more coughing, no more cranky kids. Uh-huh. Suuuuuuure.

It's now April, and we're still battling rounds of DayCareFunk. This picture was from a few weeks ago, when our poor G-baby just wasn't feeling quite right. He did NOT, i repeat, NOT want to take a bath, and the only thing that cheered him up was being swaddled in this blanket and sitting on the couch with Momma and Madam F. Then we enjoyed a few sickness free days. Whoot. This weekend we all headed to see our friends at their family lake house, and barely an hour or two into our visit, the kid looked a little feverish again. You know that look, right? Eyes get a little glassy, cheeks a little rosy, and something just doesn't look right. Yep. Sickness.

I have a new favorite bodywash. It smells so good. The boys helped me unpack it from the shipping box while we waited for Dada on the front porch one afternoon.

When they realized it wasn't edible they lost interest and resumed playing with trucks again.

And hugged.

I'd hate for you to think the boys are always happy and loving, so here's what happened a few days later. We get home, and somebody does not want to come inside the house. I'm not sure what started this-maybe I unbuckled his seatbelt in a manner that he did not appreciate, or maybe Cole looked at him wrong, or maybe he did not like hearing that we were having quesadillas for dinner. I don't know. What I did know is that I was getting the evil eye from the kid. Naturally I grabbed my camera to document this important event as Cole and I stood inside the door and used our best happy voices to lure Grady inside. It's not at all unlike when your dog gets out and you call him in a happy voice so he think you love that he's outside.

Cole was less patient than I, and after a minute started saying "Grady, get in da house now, I want to watch George!". He was not happy that his brother was keeping him from the curious monkey. Here is is, staring out of the door at his brother.

Who did finally come inside to pick at his quesadilla and ignore me when I asked if it was tasty (using my fake happy voice). Some days I have to dig a little deeper than others to find the happy.