While I have cared for his ailing brother, Tyler has enjoyed the distractions of his mother. He has been living it up, exploring things he cannot otherwise enjoy. He practiced drinking from my coffee cup, he unloaded the blender, mixing bowls, and toaster from the lazy susan, he pulled all the ZipLoc bags from the box, he has strewn all of my cookbooks across the kitchen floor, and he threw his sock away.
All of that: this morning.
The only thing more challenging than two sick children is one who is healthy and tearing up the place.