This morning the sounds of Simon whimpering came over the baby monitor, and I rose quickly to go get him from his crib and see what was wrong, only to discover he was still zonked, but groaning in his sleep. Jeramy and I knew he might be coming down with a cold the night before, and from the way he was breathing it was clear this was true. I returned to our room and told Jeramy: “Our baby is sick, I don’t think we are going to the fair.” We did not want a repeat of the time he got croup.
After I had resigned myself to the fact that there would be no Common Ground trip this year, a friend called and we tossed around the idea that she and I would go. Our husbands encouraged us, and Jeramy assured me that he would be fine caring for a sick child all day. Feeling so grateful, we set off.
The day was funny, getting lost going both to and fro, and trying (with no luck) to meet up with another friend at the fair without cell phone service, but we made it and had a great time.
I will write more about it all tomorrow, with many more photographs, but tonight, after all that driving and walking and driving some more, and with a day caring for a little sick one to come tomorrow, I am completely tuckered out.