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Children's Museum and other moments stored on my hard drive
The children's museum has suddenly become high on my list of favorite activities. It's so therapeutic. Seriously. My kids play hard, I know they're having a blast and stretching their brains and their legs. I'm not being selfish and doing my own thing, and the best part... I DON'T HAVE TO CLEAN UP AFTER IT ALL! Keira can pour sand on her head and by the time we get home, all the little pebbles have fallen out along the way. She can play in the water, and I don't have to get out or put away 100 rubber ducks and friends, change clothes or diapers, nor wash hair or ears. They can play duplos without me having to sort the bumpy blocks from the potato head extremities when we're finished. They can have tea parties and enjoy rubber ice cream without me crawling on my aging knees to fish the plastic vegetables out from under the couch. And they always bring home the latest head cold. So we can extend our 8 week runny noses another 2 weeks. And so we can have 3 hour screaming bloody murder sessions until we learn that tylenol doesn't do anything for ear infections. At least not for our kid. On the bright side, it's supposed to hit 70 here tomorrow. I'm not sure if my head hurts more from the upper respiratory illness or the frustration that something is prohibiting my first chance to do some serious yard work. Yard work is therapeutic too, even if baths and cleanup are involved. And do I ever need therapy these days. And Kleenex. And milk.
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Flu
Annika is recovering from her first experience with the stomach flu. She woke up at 3:30 AM Monday for the first episode. She didn't understand what was going on, so we explained to her that she was vomiting because she was sick. At 5:30 she was at it again. In a sleepy, sad voice she said, "No me gusta vomitando" (a grammatically incorrect rendering of "I don't like vomiting.") At 6:30, she was up again, this time when it was over, she laid her head on Andy's shoulder and said weakly, "I'm not having a very good day." Poor kid. It wasn't even light out yet. Today has been better though, just the leftover tiredness and slow appetite and nobody else is sick, so we'll cross our fingers. Here's the little lady, eating lunch.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009 at 3:47 pm
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