Because parenting is a contact sport. From bruises gained at the hand of Seria A (1.5 yr old Sebastian) to the mysterious dark undereye circles we now sport sport from Seria B (Cristian, joining the League April 2010) we're happy to have survived life this far. And we are blessed.
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Ah, Labour Day. Such a weird time of year. On one hand, the leaves immediately fell off our cherry tree. On the other, I see kids setting off for school and fondly remember all the promise a brand new binder and a fresh eraser can hold.
Sebastian apparently had a lot to think about as well. He was in a solitary mood all weekend. Even when our yard was full of friends and family bidding a farewell to summer, he was content to play by himself, at least part of the time.