He's almost big enough to reach the pedals. He's so pleased and keeps rolling the trike over to his mirror so he can look at himself sitting on it! My little rock star is a narcissist.
Today my husband of many years is having shoulder surgery. He's had trouble with his shoulders off and on for years, but he hurt it good last December while dragging a deer out of a field.
I dropped him off early this morning and I'll be loading up all the kids to go pick him up in a few hours. Poor guy. His pre-op nurse had zero personality and James was rolling his eyes at me when I left him there. Alone and scared. Poor HOMY.
Bright and early on Wednesday morning I'll be leaving for Colorado. I'm attending a Christian Writer's Conference and won't be home until late Sunday night. Today and tomorrow I'll be ziplock bagging outfits for Theo, Zhen and Ralph so he knows who wears what. I'll be writing out medication schedules and potty instructions. He will be stocked up on easy to make meals for children.
But, I'm worried. I don't know how he is going to get the kids dressed for school. It's a physical job. I offered to stay home and skip the conference, but he insisted that I go. So I'm going to try to find him some childcare assistance for Wednesday, Thursday and Friday mornings as well.
It's going to be an awesome week!!