Yesterday, desperate to make contact with the outside world, we met Daddy for the most insanely gorgeous patio lunch, where the kiddos got some much-needed fresh air...within the confines of a shrubbed-in area, perfect for containing Little Man and his not-ready-for-sprinting lungs. Chicklet was granted a slightly longer leash, and they were both in heaven. I mean we soooooo needed it.
Then today, feeling even braver, we went on a very short, also slightly-contained neighborhood walk. And it was heaven again.
Fresh air does wonders for the soul.
So please remind me when we all fall ill again, no doubt in the very near future, that we had a good 24 hours somewhere in there.
HAPPY WEEKEND, peeps!
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