I should be working right this moment...

But I am home for the afternoon instead of soaking up carbs and caffeine at a coffee shop with a bunch of hipsters who are too cool for kids. I'm home because Harry has a wicked nasty case of hives all over his body and possibly in his mouth and throat and I'm all freaked out because the doctor said to make sure he didn't have any problems breathing or swallowing. So I didn't want to leave him with a sitter.
On our way home from the doctor, we went to Target to get Benadryl and Toy Story. It was the first time I have been shopping with both of them by myself since Jack outgrew his infant seat, and I did not know what the heck to do with them. This seemed less dangerous than letting Harry sit in the basket of the cart, even though this monstrosity is clearly marked ages 2-6, and Jack is only 9 months. What do other people do? They must have 2 year olds who will either walk nicely alongside the cart or sit in the basket without trying to climb or leap out. Hpmf. Must be nice.

I have no idea why he's all hivey, and the doctor said we probably won't know. What I do know is that I am seconds away from running outside in my socks to scream at the guy driving the snow removal truck that is making so much noise outside my kitchen windows. Doesn't he know I have 2 sleeping kids, and I am either going to join them in dreamland or use the quiet time to work on chapter 3??
Here's Jack enjoying some paper-- his favorite snack. Harry's favorite non-food nosh is bubbles. Do you think they have pica?

Thank you so much for the advice and kind words after yesterday's post. I know that Stephanie is right when she says this moment is a fleeting one (and she has a sweet post today about boxing up tiny clothes). Occasionally when Jack is wearing jammies without feet, the beauty of his fat little toes makes me catch my breath in the middle of the night, and I hold his whole foot in my palm and squeeze it a little, and in that moment, I AM happy to be awake and pressed up against him. Hmmm. Maybe the secret to my happiness is a dresser full of non-footy PJs. And all this time I thought it was a freezer full of vodka.
Here's Harry enjoying a hot chocolate at Starbucks post-Little Gym. He wore this Spiderman shirt to class and spent the whole 45 minutes "saving" his classmates who, needless to say, were not in need of rescue. Awkward.

I love how Ben and Harry both have offstage focus

Ben was so embarrassed when I wore Harry's lion hat. I think the purple sweats and the Baby Bjorn hanging out of my coat are my real problems.

Aaaaaand, the impulse to nap has beaten out the impulse to write. See you later, alligators.