We had a sick day around these parts. The little girl, who turns four on Sunday, was at home. The evening before we’d had the families of some very close buds (we call Arella and her sister Emily the cousins because the families really operate like family) to celebrate her forthcoming four-ness before her papa goes out of town for work (on the actual day). It was extremely last minute. Although I’m a big paper invite person, we emailed. We potlucked. We watched her blow out four candles on a maple cupcake.
At the table, she yawned. And then bounced off our bed with her pals a bit more. And then climbed on my lap and said she wanted to go to bed—at seven.
And almost made it to the toilet—but not quite.
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Fortunately, we’d removed the rug from that portion of the bathroom in the spring. Fortunately, the bug was the fast track one not the worry about dehydration and losing too much of your body mass one. Fortunately, at least so far, not everyone else got it. No one in our house succumbed. Unfortunately, Emily, the cousin, did, though. We over-shared. She got the fast-track variety, too, fortunately.
As a result, I’m rather scattered going into Tuesday, when all the kids will be in school. I spent the hovering day (save for going to yoga, thanks to a kind husband willing to take a midday shift at home) doing things like drying apples, going through some papers, searching for summer camps (it has to be cold in New England if you are looking for camp, and it was blowy; I couldn’t look on a freakishly warm day, that would just be wrong) and telling my gal, who started to feel better midday—perkier, crankier and more hungry—that no, she could not have pizza. It’s Tuesday morning and she’s still asking.
There are some days you love preschool more than others. This is one of those days.
In the spirit of scatteredness, I’ll just share a few things from the Interwebs I love, in no order and for no particular reason (other than I love when I read, say, Cup of Jo–happy birthday Joanna Goddard–and find something I adore through my weekly troll). And in the spirit of scatteredness, I will add that Cup of Jo is my thirteen year-old son’s favorite blog (“No offense, Mama.”) and that his second-favorite magazine these days (first is Saveur) is Brain, Child. It’s the last day to get the January deal on subscription price, just saying.
- A town in England with “gentle revolutionaries” via vegetables
- Indoor recess, and how to make it more active
- Taking a sabbatical to learn to play the guitar
- Remembering the wonderful artist, Richard Yarde, an elegant, talented and generous man
- A lovely piece on reading and marriage by columnist Katie Rosman
- Rachel Maddow is the new Ryan Gosling
I started a little Tumblr that serves to allow others to follow all these nutty links I note. You can follow it, apparently.
