It’s a combination of things, but damn, I am pooped. It started around the previous post, and went downhill. Meantime, my voice is gone (a fabulous situation when you have practically-pubescent Noah and wild child Lil G, and I am not the quiet sort of person anyway…), Lil G’s eyes are finally recovering from a horrible horrible case of Pink Eye, and D is complaining of a scratchy feeling in his throat. Eff.
How to keep children occupied in a manner that you don’t have to talk to them. Well, I got the Brio set out again, massive tracks upstairs (“I don’t want Gabey to play wid me!” “Mommy, take Gabey… away?” “MOMMY, HE SHOULDN’T TOUCH MY STUFF” *smack* *pinch*), and since he loves to take pictures, Noah was allowed to take photos with my phone and also with his own (usedtobelongtome) new digital camera. To photograph his art. And art it is, my friends.
Anyway, we’re still sick, and since we’re so contagious we get to go to playgrounds alone. Actually, there’s just one and during the week we are the only ones there. Ever. Could be the looming hospital building above it, but it’s always empty.
Major H Family travels coming up in October! Scandinavia! Asia! Salzburg! Oh my.