It’s been an interesting couple of days. Jonas is killing himself, one body part at a time. He tripped over a tricycle and skinned his face. Then he burned his hand trying to help me boil rice. Then he got the same hand in the way his stroller spokes and managed to shave off a huge chunk of skin. When he went to the doctor for an appointment we discovered his blood pressure is quite high, so we have to take him back for extra checks on that to see if there is a problem or not. So far it is always high. Not good.

Then Chris decided to give Jonas a haircut. I had a bad feeling when I consented to this, but when I ran upstairs to say I had changed my mind, too much damage had already been done. Jonas was holding onto his head and failing screaming “Ears! Ears!” Because he had gotten it into his head that Chris was going to cut them off too.

By the time Chris was done clipping Jonas’ hair it looked like he had lost a fight with a weed wacker. Normally, this wouldn’t be so bad. But we not only have Jonas’ birthday party this week, but my sister’s wedding is right around the corner. June will be a photo-fest all designed to capture my hamburger-faced, weed wacker haired boy. Lovely. To sum up my reaction, I cried.

This weekend we spent a day with my in laws visiting the San Francisco Zoo. Then we left Jonas with them and went home to enjoy some one on one with Maggie and one on one with each other while Maggie slept. It’s been nice. I needed the break. We have been doing mundane things with renewed vigor and joy. It is amazing how much easier life is without the two year old in tow. Of course, I do miss him when he is gone. Life may be easier, but it lacks a bit of the flavor.