When you get strep throat eight times in seven months, the recommendation is usually to have your tonsils out. So that's we had done for Henry earlier this month. It wasn't fun, but two weeks later, he is back to 100%. (Although his voice is an octave higher than it used to be -- a temporary thing, or so we've been told.)
The essentials are laid out, including his new Pillow Pet from Aliza.
But first a little in-room basketball...dressed as Superman, natch.
As you can see, he was not really worried going into this.
Doing his impression of Jack Nicholson from
Something's Gotta Give
Did I mention he wasn't worried (though he probably should have been about his gown riding up)? Unfortunately, he wasn't quite this happy "on the other side," but he managed thanks to Lortab, popsicles, Jell-O, homemade ice cream, watching lots of TV, eating meals in front of said TV, getting presents, and various other ways of being catered to and general spoilage.
BTW, despite what the picture might imply, I did not perform the surgery.
"Friends" means never having to explain why you're in the bathroom with each other while on the toilet or balancing a stick on your face.
Pop teaches Claire an important summer lesson: how to eat watermelon.
Success!
Here's one way to handle 95-degree temps during the first week of June.
****** in a box!
"Back off, you're messing up my close-up."
This is the hat Claire would have worn to the Royal Wedding had she not declined the invitation (or to the Kentucky Derby if she were old enough for bourbon).
She sat this one out, watching us from the shore and occasionally chewing on pine cones.
Henry handles the fishing pole. Unfortunately, the fish weren't biting that day, so he got a realistic introduction to the sport.
Henry waits, very seriously, for that bus ride
Once aboard, Claire shows off her new favorite activity: waving
Grilled cheese with a side of live music
Someone is excited about her new red shoes
Pop shares his perch on Square Books' balcony with Henry
