baby’s days out

my days with the little one vary every day. he’s happy as a junebug when i bring him out on our little daily trips and excursions.

there’s the malls, of course. the odd errands. the lunches, the visits. the explorations of places i’d never been to. some hot days, i’d just drive around the block with him with the aircon on full blast, for the heck of it.

there’s always something to do, somewhere to go each day.

such as sending dad to and fro the hospital.

he’s still not doing too good. he’ll be starting on water dialysis soon.

and when he’s lying in the ward, or while things are being done on his slowly-deteriorating body, we have the the baby to keep us distracted.

he keeps himself and us busy too, with his occassional poops and other demands.

thank god for the baby.

i love thinking up of ways to spend each day with him.

even if it’s just a boring afternoon in a hospital surrounded by nurses and old people in wheelchairs.