Spring broken

Kids got back on Friday night. River upset because he isn't in daycare next week and will miss the guy who supports him there, who he loves. So I took him away from Wes with tears in his eyes and promised that he could do one more day next week. Despite the tears, there is something very comforting in knowing that your kids love their daycare/after-school care. I discovered yesterday (Saturday) that there may have been some other reason for the tears. He was hit by the flu, even though he's had the flu shot...a useless point that I never tire of making. So he was laid up on the couch all day, burning up with a fever over 40 degrees that I could not seem to bring down, even with Advil. This was followed by a rough night where he woke up feverish and crying.

Poor baby!

Nicky is here this week and so Bronwyn and him are over indulging on their itouch devices. Will have to put the brakes on that before long. One of those dilemmas of modern parenting that we need to contend with. We hardly watch television, but they still spend hours in front of screen.

The line up. Each in their own world...device.

It's a beautiful day, today. Hopefully, we'll get out to the beach later - there have been some low tides this week and River seems to be feeling much better. It's not like before...now we have to drag them out to the beach. When it is proposed there are long faces and excuses. "Awww....do we have to go?" Once they're there, they enjoy it - but not with the same unabashed wonder as they did. Now they are out running around for 20 minutes or so and then we hear, "Can we go home now?" and "We're bored." One of the sadder aspects (for us) of kids growing up. And also one of the sad consequences of living in a beautiful area and close to the beach; kids get used to it and stop seeing it as something special, but merely as mundane and ordinary.