smacky and bucky

As Henry's surgery day approaches, we're trying to fill his days with things he'll be temporarily sidelined from doing, like long trips to the playground for 20 minutes of pushing on the swings followed by a pass around the giant sand pit and dancing together to music. (Yesterday H and I were both wearing khaki shorts and red sneakers and we danced to the Yo Gabba Gabba soundtrack.)

It seems so far away, and there are long stretches where we don't think about it. 24 days to go.