Marty has had a little "coughing (with occasional vomiting) bug" for the past couple of days. Even though he seemed like he felt great, I didn't have the nerve to take him to Rosh Hashanah services today. So, we did what any good Jewish family would do in times of uncertainty - we went to North Park. Eli walked the perimeter of the mall, and Marty was happy to hold his hand and lead him. Tyler met us for lunch, and afterward, Marty called out, "Thank you for lunch, Dad! See you soon!"
All that cuteness lasted until dinnertime when Marty started to long for all the things he doesn't have ("Nonna, will you please bring your binoculars to Dallas?"). Meanwhile, Eli turned on the charm of crawling nude through the dog-door. Good times....
