Poor Antonio

Antonio has his first big boy cold. It is about the least fun thing that's ever happened to him. If he's not having trouble breathing, then Mommy's wiping his nose or Daddy's forcing him to take medicine. Really, it's pretty awful.

About the only good thing to come from it is that Antonio has learned the fine tradition of sitting around the house in his pajamas when he gets sick. Laurie was a good nurse and cuddled with Antonio while he watched The Wonder Pets all morning.

Before he got sick, Antonio had lunch for the first time at the local brew pub. He loves fish and chips.

We came home and Antonio played with Havana for a while. It looks like some little girl enjoys one of her brother's toys a little too much.

Luckily he was feeling fine last week when Mamma came to stay with him while Deb and I were out of town for a few days. They both had a good time while we were very busy packing up the California condo and putting everything in storage. Yep, we sold the condo. We had a lot of good memories there, but it was time to move on.

Goodbye, Santa Monica Communal Living.