Almost famous

Yesterday, I came up for air. Liam and I had not been out of the house for five days. So even though I am not better, my illness having simply moved from my head down into my chest, where it is rattling around my ribs and making me feel like I'm going to explode every time I cough, I decided to take Liam out to playgroup. No, I don't think this is irresponsible of me, as I made sure not to handle any of the other kids, and did a good job of suppressing my coughing while I was there, and also made sure not to put any of the communal toys in my mouth.

Anyway, it was a good day to decide to go to playgroup; in addition to getting some fresh air and remembering once again that there is life beyond these four walls, Liam received his first Valentine from one of his little playmates, Elizabeth; we spent most of our time with Ryan and Deanna now that Autum and Jeannine are gone, got to know them a bit better, and may arrange a playdate with them in the future; and, best of all, Liam had his picture taken for the paper. We had a guest speaker from the library this week, and a local reporter came to cover the event (you know nothing newsworthy is happening when this becomes, well, newsworthy). The reporter took several photos of the librarian, several of Elizabeth playing with another little boy who just joined our group, and several of Liam playing with Ryan. I got the paper today - there's the photo of Liam and Ryan, and no mention made of the librarian, which I thought was the point of the reporter's trip. Ah well. Unfortunately, Ryan is looking at the camera and Liam is chewing a block. Typical.