Gametes In Love

S2 got sent home yesterday with Hand Foot & Mouth. Yes. Again. At this point in time I’ve lost track of how many times this virus has rolled through my house. Each kid has had it at least twice. Not a fan, but I’m hoping it will be a mild case. This by the way, if AFTER S2 spent Monday and Tuesday at home from a viral infection. I guess he decided he wanted to be on vacation this week. Joy!

So today he’s home asking to play with our train set stuff. Finally — more use.

I love this kid! Crud, nose booggies and all! Even when he wines that you won’t let him go for the dangerous “toys” I try to keep out of reach.

A week ago I bought kites for the boys. It’s been something I’ve had on my shopping list for awhile, and I procrastinated long enough that I literally bought the very last two Bed Bath & Beyond had in stock. S and I spent all week-end (plus a bit into this week) building a fortress around our veggie garden: it had fallen pray to what I’m assuming is either an adorable bunny or a wily squirrel. So there was no kiting for us. So last night, with no particular desire to eat at home I had an idea: let’s do our daycare pick-up, go to McD’s for some chicken nuggets (no I’m not winning an award for nutritious dinner here), have a picnic dinner and then fly our kites. G was totally down for it – it was a surprise at him at pick-up.

Even I got to fly a kite: something I had never done before. Woo hoo. Clearly there’s no way to navigate the ones we had, but it was fun anyway.

G and S2 got tired of the kites quickly, and spent a good portion of our evening just climbing the play-structure on the far end of the grounds. G otherwise is now permanently attached to kite string. That boy: he and strings — he must have been a cat in a past life or something.

Who rules?