And isn't it just so sweet that Cubby cares enough about his baby brother to share his drippy, nasty cold with him?
Here he shares the joy of this wretched musical toy given to Charlie by our very nice neighbors that plays perky little songs over and over if you so much as look in its direction. Irritating as it is, it's still better than two children with a cold.
And because I care so much about you, allow me to share this very pretty photo I took of the curly maple bowl made by my dad the (not amateur) carpenter extraordinaire--and expert bowl turner--on its maiden voyage as a food vessel.
I'm sure my formerly vegan father is relieved that it is holding tomato salad and not something like lamb hearts. A not-impossible thing to find in a bowl at Blackrock, unfortunately.
Have a lovely day, poppets.