My youngest son August was here for an extended visit earlier in the month. I've resisted posting about the visit thus far. We had a wonderful visit despite the lengths to which his mother went in her effort to make everyone miserable. By everyone I mean everyone
~ August, his brother Doug, various friends and acquaintances here in Rochester, my parents, me, and probably herself. August is sweet and smart and surely doesn't deserve her antics; nor do any of the other bystanders. Call the impact on them the collateral damage of her narcissism. Perhaps I'll bore you with the details at some point. Probably not. For now, here are just a couple of pictures of me and August. As you can see, he is a busy little boy and we had a great time together. I miss him every day.
What did we do? Went swimming and kayaking, played with Susan and Vincent, visited Nanny & Gramps, watched big brother Doug play lacrosse, ate hot dogs and ice cream and chips and pasta, drove the truck, went to the play ground, went to Papa's work, rode in the wagon, kicked one ball, threw another one, watched Herbie and Lightening McQueen movies, slept in a big boy's bed, used the Elmo potty, took baths, read books ... what else is there?
Labels: August, My Boys, narcissism