Max woke in the night with a 102 fever. (Fahrenheit of course...if that was Celsius--yikes!) So Daddy has an unplanned day home with the little one. He seems okay now, well doped on Motrin. I'm pretty sure he's contending with his two-year molars. Earlier today, we spent about twenty minutes naming the various characters in Richard Scarry's Funniest Storybook Ever (a holdover from my own youth).
When he naps this afternoon, I'm going to try and edit a short story I wrote last week, "Tommy of the Flood", and send off a flash I wrote this weekend. Having kids and balancing a full time job often puts writing on the back-burner, but it sure does inspire some wacko ideas. "Tommy..." was inspired by a nursery rhyme and the flash was spurred on by Owen's favorite book.
And this bit is for Cate Gardner (or anybody else who wondered): Snickers, Owen's pet Holland Lop (rabbit), is a full breed. As such, he has a tattoo, SNCKR in his left ear as an identifying mark. Thus, we live with a tattooed rabbit. It sounds a hell of a lot cooler than it really is.
Have a wonderful day everyone.