House Arrest

So, with Theo being ill we'd been confined to our tiny little one-bedroom Manhattan apartment for days. Can I just say that I fully understand why solitary confinement is a form of punishment? For days my poor baby had been asking to "Go Bye Bye" and I had to look at his beautiful little face crumple as I answered, "No, Baby. We can't go Bye Bye today." On Saturday when I said no, he threw himelf on the floor and screamed as if I were ripping off a limb. I couldn't blame him. I wanted to throw myself on the floor and scream right along with him.

Today was his last dose of his anti-viral medication, so after breakfast I got him dressed, put him in the stroller and hit the streets (okay, all we did was take a trip to Whole Foods to get some groceries but WHOO HOO did freedom taste fine!!!). When Theo realized we were going out he was so happy I thought he might burst. He was so cute, "Go bye bye??? See cars? See bus? GO BYE BYE???" It was almost as if he were saying, "Don't play with me, Lady! You had better be getting me dressed because we're going outside because if not there will be hell to pay!"

So, finally, we are free from our House Arrest. It felt good to get some sun on our faces, and to be bombarded with the sounds of New York City traffic. And my baby? Just as happy as he could be, leaned back in his stroller with his shades on like the kool kat he is.