I don’t think “postcast” is actually a word, but it seems to fit here. You know, a brief post about the past 10 days. Not a forecast, but rather, a postcast. ? I don’t know. What I do know is that a lot goes on in 10 days around here. Here’s a tiny smidgen of a few highlights:
- Yesterday marked the end of 4 weeks of me being sick. 4 weeks of being sick is a long, long time for this Mama. Especially at the worst possible time (end of the semester). It took a toll on the whole of us 5. I kept wondering, ‘is it best that it is me that is sick, or is this the worst case scenario?’ I never really determined the answer to that question. I went back and forth on it daily. It started as a 3 day flu (probably swine flu?) with fever, body aches, the whole 9 yards. But instead of taking it seriously I popped Advil every 4 hours while going to work, coming home for the second shift (a.k.a. running the household), etc. I should have taken it seriously. That is the lesson I learned. The fever broke and it turned into a bad cold thing, and then it turned into bronchitis, and then walking pneumonia verging-on-full-blown-pneumonia. Finally my doctor threatened that if I didn’t get serious about getting better she was going to hospitalize me in 48 hours. I got serious and took 2 days off from work. That was 2 weeks ago. I’m really pretty much better now (probably at about 85% full capacity). But it was a long stretch of sick and it was tough on the J-Ms. The nice thing, though, is that up until 4 weeks ago I hadn’t been sick enough to see a doctor since 2003!!! So, I’m thinking that now I have another 6 years of healthy before getting sick like that again. I’m not complaining.
- Photo above taken at this year’s Lantern Walk at the boys’ school. A magical, wonderful Waldorf tradition that we’ve come to savor.
- Photo below taken in the front yard before Kavya’s Birthday Party. It was a costume party and K & O were doctors. That was a very, very fun party and a very, very great day.
- Little Miss has taken to a love of lawn-mowing. Just like her brothers that one. Scary, scary stuff. Her primary efforts these days are dedicated to mimicking everything she sees them do. I will repeat: scary, scary stuff.
- The boys had an awesome after-school dual-playdate. They each chose their best friend from their respective kindergarten classes. I find it noteworthy and fascinating that both of them –when push comes to shove– choose girls. I also find it noteworthy and fascinating that, at least this time around, they chose the two girls that –if I could choose– I’d choose for them (the thing that is so fascinating is that I didn’t choose). Owen’s best friend right now is a wonderful curly-red-head Patagonia-wearing beauty that I’ve adored since I first laid eyes on her. And Kyle’s best friend right now is a tiny spunky whippersnapper of a girl who loves wearing princess dresses with her hot-pink cowboy boots and I’ve always thought that she is an absolute riot. These two sets of friends had an after-school playdate today that was just stupendous. I was so glad to have been able to take the afternoon off to be able to chaperon it. K & O are not always angels (not at all), but today they were. And I couldn’t have been more proud watching them play so nicely with their friends. I’m seriously contemplating only ever allowing girl-only playdates from now on. Sooooooooo much nicer than boy playdates!!!!!!!!!!!
- How on earth did this happen? We found ourselves watching football on t.v. on Sunday afternoon. These boys have had a profound impact on our life. Pre-K&O we would never have imagined that we’d have a football game on in our house. And yet… here we are. Very, very, very strange. Very strange. Kyle is obsessed with football right now. Obsessed.
- The threesome plays the piano every day. Every single day, at least once (often more), we find this. They are just sounding stuff out and playing around with the piano. I think it is kind of a bonding thing for the three of them. They do it a lot. Owen is amazing at sounding out music. Lately he’s figuring out Beethoven’s 5th Symphony.
- Filth. Never ending filth. My husband is the Laundry Master. I don’t know how he does it but he gets the stains out. Seriously, we are like a living breathing Tide commercial.
