Our Easter weekend wasn't what it was supposed to be. We were supposed to visit Wes' family in Eastern Kentucky and let the boys play with their cousins that they rarely see. Colin was so excited, he'd ask daily how many more days. He had all of the events down and knew exactly when he was leaving, how long we'd be there, and who he'd see.
Unfortunately, the trip never happened. You see, part of the beauty and charm of our house and neighborhood, what attracted us there in the first place, were the beautiful big old trees. It seems Colin is allergic to one of these beautiful trees and now I feel like the worst parent ever for subjecting him to it. I know there was no way for me to have known but I still feel responsible.
His allergies let to a throat and sinus infection, which led to the dreaded antibiotics. As soon as I heard the word "contagious" I knew we were staying put. He was so pitiful and exhausted that we couldn't have gone anywhere if we wanted to.
Exhibit A: How we spent the first half of Easter weekend.
After lots of lounging (boy, that's hard for a busybody to do!), we ended the weekend much better than we started. After 48 hours of medicine, he was back to his old self again. Tell me your children do things like this.
Boys will be boys, I suppose. I'm learning. I promise I am. Most of the time I just look the other way.
But then other times, they can be so devilishly handsome, that I want to shout it from the rooftops that I am their proud momma!
Pure handsomeness I tell ya!