Monday, July 22, 2013
We walked today. We're both sick and he's injured, but we walked because there have been far too many rainy days in a row and too much time spent inside. We rugged up in a million layers and wandered to the train station where Dear Boy loves watching the commuters and the trains and the cyclists whizzing by and the birds in the trees that are suddenly at eye level when you're up on the bridges and ramps. He looks just like a commuter himself in that picture above: head down, powering off to work.
He hurt himself yesterday and we took a trip to the Emergency Department (again) because there was blood everywhere and I couldn't see if he'd managed to put his teeth all the way through his lip. Cut on the outside, cuts in the middle but nary did they meet - thank goodness. He is all fat lip and drool and squawks of outrage and such a brave brave boy. Washing the blood from his shirt and scarf this morning turned me into a sobbing mess.