Picnic on the patio

When a family of four shares a cold and wakes up crabby, do we:
A. Pack into the car and head for sunnier skies?
B. Have a slow, quiet meltdown?
C. Have a picnic on the patio because, gracias a dios, the sun finally emerged at 10:45?

We opted for C and it was a good choice. Avi even passed me his prized chocolate milk, saying, "Here Mommy, you can have a sip." So magnanimous.

Sometimes I feel I am at the mercy of the weather; other times I feel like the littlest things, like colds, can really mess with my mood. But with all of us feeling so crappy, there was no need to shrug out of pjs at any particular hour, and besides, Avi prefers to hang in a pull-up, anyway, so . . .

There we were, eating pb & j and carrots, my 12 week old girl asleep close to my heart, me trying not to think about starting work in exactly two weeks. Where did this summer go?