I like to let Corwin pick out his own clothes (although Mom is frequently a bit explicit about what constitutes proper attire). This is what Corwin was wearing this morning. It’s certainly a wonderful feeling when your child follows your path in something, such as fashion sense. Mom was not quite as impressed but didn’t actually say anything.
Corwin’s been a bit under the weather the last couple of days, with his scrapes and complaining of a sore throat. I recommended he have some yogurt because it would be easier to eat and might soothe his throat a bit. He, of course, didn’t like any of the yogurt we had in the house but fortunately Mom popped out to pick up some food for an event this evening and got some new, different yogurt for Corwin (because, you know, all those different massively processed kid’s yogurts taste completely different).
Mom’s old friend Sarah is in town (who, just to be clear, is not Mom’s old friend Sara — it was fun in the old days when the terror quad of Sara, Sarah, Susan & Susan strode the halls). We visited her and her son Bear a while back (there were some other family members about too, I think). Bear was brought along for this visit and Corwin got to play with him a little bit yesterday afternoon. The whole gang is coming over this afternoon because “Bear is tired of hanging out with old people”.
Definitely a day to work late.
He’s not ready for that yet. I didn’t start until I was in junior high.
