I have been sick this week. Although the worst of it has passed, I still have a splitting headache, watery eyes, and a runny nose. In addition to being sick, the weather has been awful the past few days. It looks gloomy and dreary, like it is going to start pouring down rain any minute. But it never rains. I wish it would just rain already, so the damn sun would shine again.
Today is Porgie's first day of ballet class. We are excited! After much debate, she has decided to wear her blue leotard and tutu. We have been practicing her teacher's name all morning, and I think we are ready. I am a little worried about how she'll react to being in class without mommy or daddy. Hopefully, she'll be fine.
Izzy fell again. This time he went head first down the front steps. He always insists on walking down the steps by himself. It is only three steps, so I usually oblige. This morning I watched as he tumbled forward, landing on his head. Poor baby. Things like that always happen so fast. I wish I could have rescued him, but I was too late. He has another nasty scrape on his forehead. Izzy desperately wants to be big, but he is still so small and unsteady.
Of course, the real reason that Izzy fell down the steps is because the kids were scheduled to have their pictures taken tonight. What is it about having pictures taken? Without fail, something always happens to their cute little faces.