I have some cranky children on my hands. We were off work today and daycare was closed, and the boys are fighting a chest infection.

We had grand plans of going to the zoo, but those were thwarted by a nap ending at 3:00. So we went to the park instead. Before we left, I had to fight Oliver to wear a pair of shorts instead of his pajama pants. He won with the shirt, though. He wore his pajama shirt, while Miles and Linus wore their Rock (or “turtle”, according to Linus) and Paper (“door”) shirts. I’m sure everyone was wondering where Scissors was.

The next part of the day is illustrated for you here:

I bought a ball at Target this morning, and we brought it to the park. Oliver was very possessive of it.

This little girl got a scowl just for looking at it:

Don’t touch!

You tried to touch! I told you not to touch!

I mean, the child even was climbing up the steps to the slide with it!

But there was fun to be had with it:

At one point, he was rolling it up the slide and catching it when it rolled back down. I was proud of his creativity.

Miles and Linus were in good moods. Probably because they were wearing short sleeved shirts. Oh, but wait. Miles had his own sartorial issue. And this was not an accident. He quite emphatically wanted it this way.

I can’t make too much fun of him, though. Maybe it’s a genetic thing?

Miles was pretty darn happy at the park:

Linus was too, but for some reason, I didn’t get any good pictures of him.

After the park, there were tears because of shoe removal, bath tears, dinner tears, breathing treatment tears, and Shrek tears.

The end. Let’s just hope tomorrow is a little easier.