Monday April 20, 2009

We are just getting VERY impatient waiting for spring! It was warm and sunny on Saturday morning... and this evening we had a hail storm! So 2 days ago I wore sandals and today I wore my winter coat again! I am so sick of living in Chicago!


Today Sailor had a painting project going on that evolved into some of his little toy guys getting covered with paint and then bathing, only to get painted again. He is such a child! There is so much joy in him and he is so delightful to be around (most of the time!). By the way, Mac will be in his school science fair on Friday. The project, he chose all on his own, from one of the ChickaDEE magazines! He really does read each issue cover to cover (which is more than I ever did with any magazine as a kid!).

Well, I have been up since 6am becuz Mac now has basketball at school at 7:50 on Mondays. And Sailor made me do a Jane Fonda workout at 9:30am. And we ended the evening with a meeting at 6pm, after which we had to eat waffles and fruit and I had to fold laundry and clean up the house and set breakfast dishes and get tomorrow's wardrobe ready. And now it is 10pm and I think I ought to get to bed.


Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Sailor has strep again. For the 3rd time in 2 months. After school the boys spend the ride to Target discussing the possibility of Sailor needing to have his tonsils out. Mac tells him everything he would need to know; more than I want him to know at this point. Or at any point, really, if he does need to have the surgery. Mac is comforting tho, buoying Sailor when he seems nervous. I stay out of the convo except when summoned.

After school the first thing Mac asks me is, “Did you get me a coconut?”

After dinner I am flossing when Sailor peers into my mouth. “What’s in there?” he asks. More to himself than to me. “Chicken?” He continues, “The vegetarian kind?” I grunt yes becuz I can’t talk while I am flossing.

Friday, April 24, 2009
7:50pm. I should be more tired than I am. I should be aching to go to bed, but I’m not. Sailor says he does not want to read any more about Albert Einstein tonight because he had scary Albert Einstein dreams last night and when he woke up he saw Albert Einstein in the pillows. I reassure him that it was his fever causing the dreams. He reassures me that it was the book. Poor thing. At 5am he woke me for more orange juice. “I can’t see,” he wailed. I left the room for the oj and returned to find him standing beside the bed. “I can’t see!” he cried again. I tell him he does not need to see but he is afraid he will spill. I get him back into bed and help him drink with a straw. The next hour and a half he wiggles and cries and moans and cries and talks to me about how afraid he is and how he wishes I would turn on the light. “Is it morning yet!?” When the alarm rings at 6:30 he falls back to sleep. I slip my arm out from under him and leave the room to prepare for our early morning. Mac has to be at school at 8:30 to set up his junior science fair project. Sailor lies uncomfortably in the stroller while I help Mac with his set-up. He just wants to go home. But by the time I get him outside, after taking several photos and some probably inaudible video footage of my toothless, bespectacled little scientist, Sailor is asleep. By the time I arrive home with him, my father is heading to school to see Mac. I run in for a book and some snacks and walk back with him. It is finally gloriously warm out! Mac’s pea coat will be in his backpack by the day’s end. I will be in sandals and have a dab of SPF 30 on my nose. It’s beautiful out and I keep Sailor out as long as he can stand it. I am sure it is good for him, despite or even because of, his 101.9 degree fever. He drinks well, eats nothing but a bite of Starbucks coffee cake, and I never see him pee.

After school we walk til he can’t stand it anymore. We are home by 5 and he has a miraculous recovery when I serve popcorn as an appetizer to pizza and load up a Mork&Mindy DVD. He still looks glassy eyed but he is adorable in his white t-shirt and undies.

Tomorrow we will visit his pediatrician and find out why she thinks he has had strep three times in less than 2 months. Meanwhile I am proud of him for answering almost every offer of food and drink with, “No thank you, but thank you for asking,” and for finally sharing the crumbs of his coffee cake, momentarily destined for the trash can, with his begging older brother.

I’ll leave open the windows tonight and wish for another day like today with our biggest hurdle Mac’s lack of shorts!