One of those days
This morning was one of those mornings. Playgroup was held at a house with a pool. Henry was all excited. Then we got there and he was extremely timid. Then he and I proceeded to get extremely irritated with each other, him with me because I was trying to get him into the water, me with him because he was being so stubborn about not doing it. I carried him around with me briefly in the water when we first arrived thinking that if he could just get past the first hurdle in his brain he'd be a bit more adventurous, but alas, it didn't work. He really needs the kid pool at the community pool which starts off at 0" and works its way up to just over three feet. The gradual deepening of the water is much better suited to his personality. Either that or he already has major trust issues with me.
After playgroup we swung by the University to pick up Dave, head home for some lunch, then head to the local amusement park. I warned him that we weren't in a good mood. It became evident pretty quickly exactly how much of a bad mood we were in, what with all the whining and bickering that Henry and I were doing. I was surprised that he hung in there, that he didn't bust a Dave-shaped hole through the wall of our house to get out as quickly as possible. Instead we all piled into the car and hit the road. Frankly that outing was just what we needed. We all came home much happier, full of frozen yogurt, sprinkles, sno-balls, and caramel apples, and with a brighter outlook on life in general.
Right now, Henry is in bed dreaming of lightning bugs, bounce houses, and ball pits, and I'm off to pop an allergy pill and settle onto the couch to watch a few episodes of "Weeds". Perfect end to what turned out to be a pretty good day.