I took the day off today to take B to his follow up doctor’s visit – he’s been sick, with allergies that spiraled into a minor asthma attack. The pediatrician recommended that we do a short course of an oral steroid, which turned our usually sweet natured (if stubborn) little boy into, well, kind of a monster. This morning alone, he slapped me in the face three times and threw a plastic golf club at the dog.
The prize for making it through this tough week was an early departure to the shore…and a trip to Target for a bicycle helmet. We were >>this close<< to coming home with a pink flowered number, but at the last minute he spotted this Thomas the Tank Engine Helmet, and decided it was The One. So now he has his bike helmet, and he can be just like his cousin, the F-Man. Sweet!