First, Inka and I took Noah for a walk and to play in a park. There was a reassuring number of toddlers with bruises/band aids on their head, which wasn't funny at all, and yet was sort of... funny. (I hope you know what I mean.)
While Noah took his nap, we cleaned up and decluttered and rearranged my sewing room. The forecast is calling for nearly Biblical amounts of rain next week (in other words: sewing weather) and I wanted to be prepared.
Later that afternoon, we headed out to the local paint-your-own-pottery place where Papa took care of Noah (thanks, love!) and Inka painted a little vase for me and I painted a kitchen plaque for Inka.
We had dinner at In'N'Out, got Noah to bed, and... watched some Chuck. What else could we have done?!
* Noah fell head-first onto the edge of the piano bench. A half-golf-ball-sized lump grew on his forehead in less than a minute. It was scary, but we've all recovered well.