Sep 28th, 2005
Sick days (part deux)
We’ve got definitive confirmation that I’m not the only one who gets rocked by their kid’s ailments (as if I didn’t know this already). When I was boasting to Jess last night that I’d blogged TWO DAYS in a row, I mentioned that the one thing I didn’t include in yesterday’s post was that the reason it’s so hard, especially when they’re babies, is that they have no way of telling you what’s wrong and little understanding (seemingly) of why it’s happening. There’s just something patently unfair about the whole thing.
A half hour later she reported that her friend Hailey, who has a 1 year old as well, had sent her an email about her sick son (Ewan). And she mentioned how hard it was for the exact reasons I’d mentioned thirty minutes before. And of course my Mom sent me an unsolicited comment about how nothing’s worse than when they’re sick. I don’t know how any of us make it through to when they turn 18.
Anyway, here’s a random shot of the cutest kid in the world, just because I can:
He’s got his Yanks sweatshirt on, hoping for a good outcome this weekend against the hated Sox.