Ian’s cold is going strong. So strong that he was not interesting in napping. I can’t remember this ever happening before. He played in his crib for about 30 minutes, then started complaining. So today was looooonnnnng. Because I’ve been up late Olympic watching, I was a bit delirious and even turned on George for twenty minutes and took a catnap on the couch while he watched intently on the floor.
We went to the post office, a little park in Culver City and a big park called Will Rogers. The upside of no nap? Lots of photo ops.
We blew a feather for a good twenty minutes.
I can’t say this kid doesn’t have a zest for life. I don’t know where he gets it.