We had a busy weekend. Someone had a third birthday party, which meant a lot of fun. And cake. And boxes and trash, too. It was worth it.
Everyone pitched in that afternoon to get the place cleaned up. And by everyone, I mean my husband and I, since the kids had too many new things to play with to be able to concentrate much on helping. They took off into the front yard with Emmett.
What’s this? Past the detritus, I mean.
Yup. It’s Emmett under a trash bag.
The kids have a close relative who underwent chemotherapy this year. One of the things she used quite a bit was her chemo blanket- she’d always be wrapped in some sort of warm covering to ward off the chill.
I haven’t told the kids that Emmett is sick- it wouldn’t accomplish much, at this point, but those big shaved areas on his legs are hard to ignore, as is the fact that he comes to work with me several times a week now.
This is the first time I’ve ever seen my kids give Emmett a ‘blanket’.
They are more perceptive that I give them credit for. I always knew they were sweet, though.