We had a great weekend together. How could we not? Perfect weather … a birthday party with balloons and cake, a morning of apple picking and pony rides, an evening of laundry hijinks and then wrap it all up with a few minutes on a swing and a bowl of ice cream. Perfection.
We took advantage of a beautiful end-of-summer morning to get out to the Farmers Market. No surprise, James had a blast.
By the way, I have no idea what he was doing to Mikey’s head – there was no crying, so I think that everything was okay.
Fortunately this ended well and in hindsight wasn’t too scary … but, we’ve had our first Emergency Room visit now. Perhaps related to the Tosafest outing, James started vomiting on Saturday night. By Monday morning it was still going and he was starting to refuse to drink anything. Concerned about dehydration, we called our doctor and ended up going to the ER at Children’s. A long wait, a nap, an anti-nauseant and a popsicle later and we were in the clear, heading home with a smiling, laughing child. Phew.
James and I at the start line of the Tosafest 5k run.
I took this photo a few minutes before the race started … back when I still thought that James would sit in the stroller as I pushed him through a fast paced 5 kilometers.
James had a different plan. He was going to run. And he did. He refused to ride along in the stroller – he refused water and snacks. He acknowledged the spectators who were clapping for him, but only briefly before returning his focus to the run.
A few days short of officially being two and a half years old, James nearly ran a mile. Then as abruptly as he started, he stopped. He was done. Time for refreshments and the playground. James prides himself on being fast (more specifically the fastest) but I think he might be a distance runner.
