I actually made it to the gym this morning. Sam, armed with his trifecta of security: giraffe, minky (blanket) and water bottle, marched into the daycare, stopped long enough to asses the situation, dropped everything and ran for the balls. Later, we decided to check out a new park my friend Emily told us about. She was right, Sam loved it. He especially loved all the airplanes and stopped to identify each one that flew overhead.
When we pulled into the driveway, Sam said: "Home!" Which, for some reason, meant a lot to me. Later we were reading a book together and I was amazed at how many of the words he knows. He kept flipping back to the airplane page, though.
In the bathtub he surprised me with a new Slovak word: "Zaba!" He exclaimed, making his bathtub frog jump along the rim of the tub. What a rad little dude.
Somewhere in there I finished my article, figured out something for dinner and managed to go a whole day without hurling. Well, there are a couple hours till midnight, but still, an improvement worth noting.
