You’d think, now that Harry is getting a little older and more interested in his surroundings, that we’d be taking tons of pictures. Not the case. Why? Well, because Jesse is always working and I am always the baby-transporter, and it’s pretty hard to carry the lad AND take pictures. So you get pictures of him asleep, but still cute as can be. When he gets a little better holding his own head up, you might even get to see him with his eyes open.
This has been the sick house for the last few weeks. Jesse started it, although by now I’m sure he’s forgotten all about the two days he spent miserable in bed, and is once again sticking to his mantra “I never get sick.” After him, Liam and Harry got to enjoy a couple days of sickdom. Now I’m just finishing my run. Fun fun fun. However, by today everyone is feeling much better, and except for copious amounts of snot spewing forth from all nostrils, we’re happy once more.
Today the boys and I got out and about and ran some errands on SHAPE. We had lunch with Jesse — or rather started to have lunch with Jesse. Just as we were digging in, the fire alarm went off and we had to exit the building. After ascertaining there was indeed NO fire, they let us back in the building. However, for reasons unbeknownst to those of us with rational thought processes, no one bothered to turn of the alarm, so we had to the high-pitched alarm going off over our heads the entire time. Harry went into baby-defense mode, aka sleep. Liam got a little weepy at all the noise, and Jesse and I weren’t all that thrilled either, so we ditched the remainders of our lunch and left. Now it’s a perfectly beautiful fall afternoon, when little boys should be running around the yard being little boys. Except my little boy is driving a dump truck around the floor at my feet, JUST AS LOUD AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE, and can’t stand the thought of leaving me in peace — I mean, alone. My other little boy is somehow sleeping through yet another cacaphony.