Catching up

Saturday was beautiful, if blustery, and Peter was moved to undertake a backyard project with Henry.

The starter teepee.

This first attempt was so successful that Peter decided to build a bigger one. The canvas didn't quite reach all the way around, but it went far enough to give a pleasantly fort-like feeling, perfect for napping on a mild Sunday afternoon.

Maybe a yurt is next.

Meanwhile, both boys & I are suffering through colds: a first for James. We three seem to mind being sick in proportion to our experience. James just burbles & beams through the snot. Henry was out of sorts for a day, when he had a fever of 103, but is otherwise irrepressible. I, however, stagger around like a tubercular soprano, brandishing my neti pot & sodden hankies like so many camellias.

Which is why I really ought to put myself to bed.