Monday, January 26, 2009

Both boys are looking rather sloppy these days as they do not want their hair cut for reasons I have not fully come to understand.


Sailor comes out after his little preschool class. He has a present. “It’s Ox Day!”
“Ox Day?”
“Happy Chinese New Year!” calls his friend, Clayton.
“Ah, it’s the year of the Ox, isn’t it?”


Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Mac is carrying around a book about Tchaikovsky. “What’s the name of this book?” I ask him, sure that he has not correctly read the composer’s name. “Chachavowsky,” he replies.

Thursday, January 29, 2009
We are all sick. Sailor and I are, at least, Mac has a stuffy nose and claims he is sick but also that he wants to stay home and take care of us. "I’ll bring you food, I’ll bring you drinks. I’ll even clean up a little," he tells me. I let him stay home more because I want everyone to feel well for my birthday weekend than because I believe he is truly in the full grips of this beastly cold. He leaves the bedroom with us, where I can no longer rest because the headboard is shaking every time Sailor moves and because my head hurts terribly when I am lying down. Mac and his book retreat to the sofa and he does not do anything to “take care of” us.
Sailor, on the other hand, tells me that he wishes he weren’t sick so he could go out and get me flowers! Sweet thing. I tell him he can draw me a picture of flowers. He is on the living room floor creating with some sort of sticker/marker combo.

Sailor draws me a tall color-appropriate flower with a small me and a small Sailor next to it. The stickers are an arch of hearts. I tape it up near my computer. “Whenever you want to you can get another scotch of tape and take it down and put it up in your room,” he tells me.

Hayden makes breakfast. Cereal with a literal splash of milk. And nukes lots of yummy hash browns. And leaves everything out in the kitchen. He is a darling.