Forgive me for my absence lately. I am quite busy being ill, taking care of an ill little boy, and working all at the same time, the combination of which makes me want to "go out to get cigarettes," never to return again. Through it all, though, Erik has been a trooper. My ailing body is a giant jungle gym to him, and he often climbs on me, puts his face in mine, tilts his head quizzically, and says, "Hi, Mama!" I laugh until the coughing spasms begin again. We aren't sick very much anymore, and I am not very good at it.
Erik's cousins arrive Saturday. More stories and photos to come.