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I feel like I've been starting every post with, "So the boys are sick again...". I won't say it today, but I will say that Evan stayed home from school and therapy and the nights have been long and sleepless all week and you can draw your own conclusion. I'm wondering if we keep picking up new illnesses, or if this is just one long, lingering crud that is going to stay with us until Easter. I can't remember another year when we were this sick. I remember getting sicker, but the sicknesses generally had a beginning and an end. It just seems like no one has been fully well in this house since September. Maybe that's the price we pay for a mild (so far) winter.
Grady has spent the last half hour in his booster seat--like a high chair in that it has a tray, but it straps on to a regular chair. I never saw the point of high chairs, by the way. They seem to be so one use, and so cumbersome. This is all plastic so I can hose it down, I can use it on the floor, and I can fold it up to take to Grandma's. Genius. Today was G's first time in his, and he just loves it. He's been happily banging his fists on the tray while drooling, and throwing toys on the floor for me to retrieve. Hey, whatever makes the kid happy.
Other than that, things are pretty quiet around here. I'm trying to get the last of the Christmas shopping done, and get the house ready for the company that starts a week from today. I feel like I'm running out of time to get things done, but with no sleep and the boys needing Mommy all the time there's not much I can do about that. We'll just keep moving along, and hope for a snot-free holiday.