Little gets past Charlie.
When we used to give him all manner of supplements in the early days of trying out this and that 'treatment,' I never got too far mixing the contents of capsules into applesauce or peanut butter. Charlie has never liked applesauce or peanut butter and finding weird grainy bits of stuff in either meant he was absolutely turned off. Eventually we taught him to swallow pills via an ABA program and this simplified things dramatically.
Thursday afternoon I nonetheless engaged in a rare act of subterfuge. Charlie had dozed off in the brown chair with the giant timer on his iPad ticking off the seconds. Knowing the timer would sound at the halfway point, I tiptoed over and put it on pause.
He had woken at 7am, a perfectly normal time for a weekday. As he is on vacation, he and I started the day with a walk and then he and Jim went on a shorter (6 mile) bike ride and that, and a quick pediatrician visit because the infection on his left cheek came back and Jim and I wanted to address it immediately before, as happened a few months ago, it spread to his whole cheek and misery was evinced via behavior-- all of this plus the fact that it was 98 degrees fahrenheit, the hottest day of the year so far, must have drained Charlie.
He really was raring to go on bike ride number 2 at 1pm but it was broiling outside. So putting the timer on pause was, I realized, a little stratagem to help Charlie pass the hottest part of the hottest day in our air-cooled house rather than outside.
After he woke, we proceeded, as promised, to Jersey City. The everything of vacation, heat, the doctor, the cheek, the traffic on the Garden State Parkway, the antibiotic to fight the cheek infection, the hot tan of the concrete of a two-lane bridge with no shoulder: It was too much and Charlie moaned, then cried, then screamed and I looked down at the Hackensack River.
Jim drove and, when we had descended the other side of the bridge and were advancing to the exit for Liberty State Park, I cheerily said a little refrain that Charlie has been liking since around the time of my recent California trip.
'Gong Gong loves you, PoPo loves you, Mommy loves you, Daddy loves you, we all love Charlie.'
Charlie repeated the words (saying /f/ for the /v/ in 'love') and Jim drove over the cobblestones to Liberty State Park and we noted it was 100 degrees and we got the bikes off the car.
They biked in the harbor past the Statue of Liberty in a hot breeze. But the air was moving.
Yes, this is all the unadorned truth of our Thursday.