Wednesday, April 23, 2008

A first

We are still in recovery from the Great Barffest of 2008. Chava was essentially sick all week; I got it on Sunday, and Maddox has thrown up intermittantly since the wee hours of Monday a.m. (but seems absolutely fine in between puking sessions). Both kids refuse to go to bed without a bowl next to them. I think it's Chava's newest lovey.

In the interim, I was presented with this at Maddox's school last week:

I honestly wondered if he would just skip drawing people all together. But no! He said, "That's our family. But not Dad." I don't know why Al got dissed. But I think Maddox got Chava's hair exactly right.

Friday, April 18, 2008

Just when you thought it was safe to go back in to the water...

Al and I were proud of ourselves for surviving Chava's Great Barffest of 2008. We did about 10,000 loads of laundry, changed her sheets approximately 8,243 times, and cleaned vomit out of her hair about 12 times. But then she stopped throwing up, and life was good.

She finally went back to daycare yesterday. Kathy said she was okay, but very low energy and didn't eat a thing all day. She seemed tired when we got home, and refused the snack I had brought her. She and Maddox were playing together while I made dinner when she suddenly ran over with a look of consternation on her face and cried out, "Change my diaper, Mommy!" My nose told me right away this was no ordinary poop and it was, in fact, a total swamper. It happened again about 5 minutes later. But then she must have felt better, because she ate a reasonable dinner and was pretty energetic. We herded the kids up to take a bath, and while I ran the tub they took off all their clothes, as is their custom. When I came back from grabbing pjs, Chava again looked unhappy and there was a brown stream down her leg as well as two puddles on the bath mat.

Really, if I were a smarter woman, something in my head might have clicked and the rest of the night wouldn't have turned quite so... sour. But I was in a hurry (had a hair cut to get to, after all), so I wiped her leg and butt with a wipe and dumped her and Maddox in the tub while I got the bath mat soaking in the washing machine. Of course, when I returned, she was happily playing in her cloud of brown water as it slowly seeped over to Maddox's side of the bath.

Needless to say, it was disgusting. But I got a great hair cut. And I think I've convinced my hairdresser that he really doesn't want kids.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Can you guess what lead me to think of this?

I spent a lot of yesterday pondering why they don't make washing machines with macerating blades in the drain. It was only after some sleep last night that I realized it wouldn't really be good for the clothes.

Monday, April 14, 2008

Long time no post

I don't know what's happened to me. I'd like to blame it on the fact that Al left the camera upstairs, so it hasn't been easily accessible, but can that really explain a two-week photo hiatus? Maybe it's the New England spring, which refuses to be sprung. Maybe it's because Al and I finished eating all the Easter chocolate, and I'm in withdrawal. Or maybe I'm just lame. In any case, luckily Grammy has been busy clicking away. Maddox gets the shift, though, since he's at school on Fridays when Chava gets Grammy all to herself.