Yesterday was the blah-est day I’ve had in a long time. Three out of four of us were under the weather – on a rainy day too – so we just laid around the house all day. Max was the only one who was healthy. While I rested on the couch holding Mini (who has a stuffy nose) he called Nana and talked to her for thirty minutes (thanks, Nana). And for a bonus, he got some much-needed exercise while talking – oh, he’s such a pacer. He paced back and forth and walked a hundred laps around the coffee table as he talked.
I totally can’t see him working a desk job when he grows up.
The conversation was so funny. He told Nana that Daddy was sick, Mommy was sick, Mini was sick, and, not wanting to feel left out, he was kinda sick too. He had yucky stuff in his throat. You see, he had blown a dandelion [a few years ago] and, as he described it, “he had a bad idea.” He put part of the dandelion in his mouth and swallowed it. Therefore, he has “yucky stuff in his throat like he always does.”
That story cheered me up. I love the way he sees things.
Also, he tattled on his father about something he did a long, long time ago. He told Nana that “her son smoked a cigarette one time and that he was punished for it by throwing up on his teenager friend who gave it to him.”
I’m not sure that Nana ever heard this story before and I could hear her giggling over the phone, which made me laugh so hard. Laughter is the best medicine. I was suddenly feeling so much better.
Unfortunately, being sick yesterday put a wrench in our plans to get away this weekend to visit good friends. Since Mike stayed home he couldn’t address some work problems that came up and, even though he’s feeling much better now (as am I), he’s now spending a gorgeous Saturday at the office.