That's Jack, my younger brother Marshall and his wife Ardith's young son. He's a totally adorable, engaged, happy, fun little kid which I believe is totally due to Marshall and Ardith's amazing parenting skills. Don't know how they do it (when it seems like so many parents can't figure it out--and I know I couldn't), but it's fun to watch them with their little squirt.
He's a little blur in many of the photos I took of him as he's constantly on the go! It took six adults to keep up with him.
It was a quick trip, which was good and bad (good because I was getting over a cold or something and didn't feel too great and bad because it's a long way to go for such a short visit). I came home with laryngitis, sadly, and today can only speak in a weird breathy whisper (and even that hurts). I've never lost my voice before and I have to say that the reality of it is much less interesting than I thought it would be.
Anyway, so I'm home in bed today, surrounded by many potions and such that Dave brought me (he's home today too thankfully, as I woke up this morning very teary and bleary and needing some support). I've had a million throat lozenges and lots of hot drinks, and still am coughing like a cross between an old foghorn and an old fogey. Ugh!
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