Month: May 2004

I’m back at work and strep boy is spending some quality time with my parents. He’s had two (three if you count this morning) doses of antibiotic, so I don’t think he’s particularly contagious anymore, but he had a fever until late yesterday morning so he couldn’t go to school or daycare today (you have to be fever-free for 24 hours). Plus he still sounds horrible, and isn’t eating normally, so I’d just rather he be able to relax at home (or at grandma’s). Which is foolish because he doesn’t really relax when he’s there.

Product recommendation: I wish this had been out three years ago when he was just coming into the age where this would have easily been his favorite toy. And yet, at 6, he still thinks it’s very cool. I like it because it’s rugged, needs no batteries, and requires a little more input from him than one of those $10 slot car sets. This was on sale for $15 at Toyworks: Speedstars Maximum Thrills Raceway.

I wish the State of Massachusetts would hurry up and cash my income tax payment. It’s really screwing up my checkbook. It’s hard enough for me to not screw up my checkbook. I mean, why don’t they just cash them all as soon as they get them? Wouldn’t it make sense, so there’s a greater chance that the money will actually be in someone’s account?

In other news, I need to get my hair cut.

Junior has become my little outdoorsman. If he could play GameCube outside, he could die happy. Yesterday was tee ball in the morning, then a bike ride with his cousins in the afternoon, followed by a little pickup tee ball and then some basketball. Today he rode his bike a bit, and then, something I wouldn’t have suspected, my parents took us to BJs where they picked up a kid’s fishing pole and my dad (who has a fishing license) taught him how to cast down at Whalom. Amazing. He really got the hang of it pretty quickly, and we won’t even talk about the driving rain. It was just not a day to be standing out there, but my dad was pretty into it, or he faked it very well. Now Junior wants to go back tomorrow.

Man, this is really pushing the limits of what his father and I consider a fun way to spend the weekend. I’ll take him fishing as long as I don’t have to bait hooks or remove them from fish (or humans). I have limits.

The following photos are of Junior airborn playing basketball, and the other is of the abandoned rollercoaster at Whalom. My camera batteries died right after I took these so I didn’t get any pictures of Junior fishing. I’ll get some another time.

Man, do I love maple syrup. Not that fake crap. That stuff should be outlawed. I’m talking tree juice, baby. Boiled tree juice. We chose Eggo homestyle waffles as our method of ingesting our maple syrup.

Game 2 of tee ball was a success.