Earlier this week, the Kid had a little bout of the stomach flu--the kind where he was basically feeling good, but couldn't go to school. Sweet Husband and I split the time at home with him, like you do when you both are depended on at work too.
While I get to spend many Saturdays alone with the Kid, Sweet Husband doesn't get as much one-on-one time. Of course, all three of us would rather the Kiddo be well, but I think both my boys enjoyed the excuse to hang out. Apparently they spent part of the afternoon practicing walking outside, because I found these pictures on my camera when I got home that evening.
(All pictures by Sweet Husband.)
I was also informed that they watched an episode of Wallace and Gromit and had a poopsplosion and ensuing bath. (Yes, "poopsplosion" was the official term.) But I don't think I needed photos of those parts--the best was obviously right here.
