My Feefs, strep throat and all, was willing to pose. Poor kid got knocked down yesterday morning with it, but perked right up after some Tylenol. I thought maybe the fever was a fluke since he was so full of energy. He fell asleep around lunchtime and I knew he wasn't okay. He doesn't get sick often, but when he does, he goes down like a sack of hammers.
I am keeping my fingers crossed that he doesn't catch Felix's strep or that's gonna throw a wrench right in the middle of those plans.
All these tool analogies. I'm like Handy Manny up in here. Maybe I'll go build something. I have gotten quite resourseful in Sean's absence. I built a table for the kids, with two wooden toy caddies underneath. Ok, I didn't build it like Gepetto-style or anything. I pulled it out of the box and made sense of the English/Spanish/French/Portuguese/Pig Latin directions and somehow made the thing functional. I also put together a water table and the hardest toy EVER...a Cozy Coupe. I may have cussed while building that one. I've hung up oodles of things on the walls and punctured many a hole while doing so. I have actually bought the spackling+textured paint, so...I may get to that.
Now I'm just rambling. I'm off to dig through the obscene amount of candy my MIL&SIL sent me. I mean, me and the boys. Nothing like coming home to four giant boxes stacked on the front porch. I love happy mail days!