Drenched

Last night I was finishing up work when Brian and Erik came in from playing outside. Erik was DRENCHED and looked so pitiful. His shirt was transparent and clung to his little body like he was in a pediatric wet T-shirt contest. He had pieces of grass stuck all over him, and his hair was in a big swirlie. His chest was heaving like he had just run five miles. I laughed and asked, "What happened?!" Brian told me he turned on the sprinkler system, thinking Erik might like to play with the little sprinkles watering the flower beds. However, Erik saw the big jets of water shooting across the lawn and took off toward them. He was simply thrilled by running through the water! In fact, he cried when he had to come back inside.

I have had a headache for three days now. It is beginning to morph into a migraine, but I don't have time to be down. I have to pick up work, get my teeth cleaned, and most likely work this evening. Brian is headed to the golf course this afternoon with some people from work for a well-deserved outing. He is going to have to dust off his clubs, as it has been a couple of years since he has hit the course.

The rest of the week is going well. We have no therapy scheduled for a few weeks, as this is summer break. Erik mimicked the words to yet another song last night on the way home. I always think I'm hearing things when he does that. The photo here is one I took this morning. When Erik gets out his toys, all of the cars and trucks end up upside-down so he can play with the wheels.