He came down with a cold yesterday just in time to slam the brakes on my planned day of efficiently running around town getting a long list of errands accomplished. I couldn't take him to preschool so instead I dragged him along to the dentist where N and I had appointments for check-ups. E was alternately frightened of all the machinery and fascinated by the drawer full of toys the receptionist had. All afternoon after we came home he kept informing me that he was a doctor and was going to clean my tongue.
E's feeling a bit better today but is still a little cranky. He's curled up on the couch watching My Neighbor Totoro. And I'm trying to decide which of the projects I need done before the baby comes I should tackle. But maybe E has the right idea and I should just curl up on the couch and watch Totoro with him.