At long last, I am recovering from two weeks of every possible variation of a really bad chest cold, including two and a half days of no hearing in my right ear. Matt will attest: I am difficult enough to live with right now, but the version of me who tries to sleep upright in a chair and averages three or so hours of sleep for a week in a row because of the coughing is beyond difficult. At one point he kindly offered to clunk me on the forehead to knock me unconscious (and put me out of my coughing misery for a few hours) and while I was tempted, I reluctantly declined. I even tried rubbing Vicks on my feet, a quack home remedy Matt found online (such was the desperation of the situation). Sorry, Canadians, it didn't work. All it did was make our bedroom smell like the inside of a cough drop factory, a smell I do not particularly care for. Oh, for just one dose of Nyquil. Just one. But I refrained. My heart is intact, blood pressure under control, so really, I'm thankful. We think of those who are recovering from those ailments every day.
Anyway. Family update time.
•is reading more and more every day
•has become a scootering princess, whipping around the little path at the speed of light
•cracked a line drive into Gracie's face last week
•misses Colorado and her apple and hawthorn trees
•is thoroughly enjoying Little House on the Prairie, a chapter a night—especially when her Da
pulls out the Lincoln Logs to demonstrate how Pa built the house in Kansas
•did the thousand chain at school last week all by herself—I'm not a very good Montessori parent because I had to look up exactly what this entails, and once there, I'm still not sure I could do it myself. Maybe. But unlikely. I always knew my children would surpass me in math by age 4.5.
•has added "forever" to her vocabulary: "I love trucks forEVER." Will be signing her name with the "i" dotted with a heart before long.
•alternates between super-sweet and makes-us-want-to-tear-our-hair-out with great regularity
•how is that possible, you say? Well, let me just tell you about how she got the sliding glass door open in her bedroom during naptime recently and was standing in the doorway to the balcony waggling her rear singing at the top of her lungs when I scared the bejesus out of her. Matt rigged a Gracie-proof lock that night. Oh, but now she can crawl to the top of her dresser and sit, generally with a hat on her head. We thought it was the footstool that gave her the ability. Removed it. Happened again. Sheer will. Aunt Katherine suggested some sort of gate around her bed. Advised Aunt Katherine that cages, while tempting, are not generally acceptable.
•has taken to calling her homerun spot, but the one-handed batting strategy needs some work.
If there was any question that I had no genetic contribution to Gracie, I've just settled it now.
•continues to be the patron saint of house finches
•has amassed an enormous collection of Russian watches since that fateful Christmas gift I gave him... one came today from Hong Kong. Did you know there are message boards dedicated to the discussion of Russian watches? I had no idea. But now I know.
•contrary to the popular belief of hordes of strangers, is not crying himself to sleep every night because his third child is slated to be a girl.
•still does not have orders.
•built me a little rolling thingy for the printer so I don't have to schlepp it from the laundry room to a kitchen chair every time I need to print something, which lately is quite a lot.
•has the patience of Job these days, putting up with the likes of me.
•mostly covered that already.
•sold out to Tipper and bought a clean lyrics album today (Amy Winehouse) because I knew Maddie would like it so much, too. Ben was so hoping for a girlfriend, one who would come out only at night with him. Sorry, Ben.
•trying desperately to catch up on all sorts of things.
•was very, very happy to see my parents today. Well, we all were very, very happy. Maddie and Gracie have already forgotten they have parents, which for a few days will provide a much-needed refresher and some calm times.
Back to it.