I do love the extra Spencer time. He doesn't mind when I have to excuse myself to explode from the inside out. He gives me all the smiles and laughs I need to feel at least a smidgen better. He's medicating me.
Another thing easing my discomfort is the arrival of the first piece of art for Sullivan Forest. "Little Red Fox" came yesterday and I'm expecting the screen print of a hare on a Dictionary page today (along with his bedding!!), and the wind-up skunk soon. I have about 10 or so woodland animal items on deck for Sully and am having a love affair with Etsy.
Yesterday, we got new carpet in what was formally the art room. I hope the guy didn't mind that I looked like death warmed over and DEFINITELY had a smell. This weekend we can move Aiden into his new pre-teen room. It's looking good and I have some cool stuff planned to make it even more special for him. He's making a sacrifice for his little brother-to-be. Very big of him.
I'm expecting a phone call from my hubby at work to tell me about his impromptu adventure taking Spencer to the park (while I was in an illness-induced coma) last night. So with that, my sick self is signing off.