Our whole family is currently fighting off what feels like the plague, and I think this might be the moment of contamination. But it was too cute to resist.
Atti turned three on Saturday, so amid the rush to start school and another conference for me, we went down to visit the grandparents and have a day at Disneyland and party with the cousins before settling in to the school routine. It was madcap, to say the least.
Atti’s a little daredevil and didn’t have much interest in most of the little kid rides, but he loved going high in the Dumbo and he loved the twisting teacups. Bear and grandma couldn’t keep up with him.
We ended up leaving by noon, since I was feeling pretty sick and Atti was worn out. It’s hard work for him to sit up so much, but he loved every second of it.
Saturday I went to another one of my conferences and avoided touching any of the munchable babies around. By then I was on day 4 of feeling sick so I thought I was recovering until I came home and could barely get into the bed with the coughing and shivering I was doing. I apologize profusely if I spread this to people. I thought I was on the mend, but apparently it was the calm before the storm and I’ve gotten absolutely walloped.
While I spent the weekend in bed and on every kind of drug available over the counter, Bear and his mom went into party planning super mode.
Bear bought toys for goodie bags and made this cake from scratch, and Sal took care of the lunch and all the fixings. The only thing I did was wrap a few presents because I felt guilty I wasn’t doing anything. And then I took back to my bed.
Atti got some really great stuff. New school clothes, tons of learning toys, and lots of attention from his cousins.
And from his mom? He got this horrible mutant flu/cold/plague. Fortunately he seems to have an easier time of it. My immune system can always be counted on to fail me, so hopefully he won’t be incapacitated for a solid week like I have been. *whine*