This has been one of those unending weeks. I know you’ve all been wondering where PisecoDad decided to spend the afternoon on Monday, when all the fun places were full of vacationing public school kids. Turns out, the ER was just as full. Yep, his GI virus kicked back in and he was dehydrated and in some serious pain. He spent the afternoon at a walk-in clinic and then was transferred by ambulance to the ER, where they were so busy they had him in a wheelchair in the waiting room for about three hours. Finally they gave him something for the nausea and tried to get him to keep down some contrast so they could do a CT scan. They were thinking it was his appendix, but that came up clear on the scan so they sent him home at 2:30 am. He spent Tuesday napping and recovering, and was basically recovered by Wednesday.
Not my favorite way to spend time.
Last night, as you can see from my previous post, we enjoyed the eclipse. But it was cold - about 10-15 degrees F - and the kids only lasted about 45 minutes. We were at the park from about 9:30 (halfway through the partial stage) until 10:15 (fifteen minutes into totality). I enjoyed the chance to test my camera, but the tripod I bought wasn’t super stable in the wind, so a lot of the pictures have shake. JediBoy was excited to see the partial stage progressing, but once it reached totality we didn’t get any spectacular color, just a soft burnt red, and he decided the time had come to go home and get warm!
JediBoy has been amenable this week to my pushing of math activities. He’s even been willing to work through some addition facts with the help of Math-U-See blocks. But yesterday he told me that he really doesn’t want to learn math until he’s 7 and that he’d rather do spelling instead. So I have to work out a way to help an eager reader who doesn’t like to write learn to spell. Hints?
We did get out to the thrift store yesterday and picked up a stack of kids’ books, including William Tell, a retelling of the opera. JediBoy loved that and decided that “William Tell will evolve into Robin Hood.”
BabyGirl has learned a sign (not the ASL sign, but one she made up) to stand for poop. The problem is that she only makes the sign after she has pooped, and then proudly walks to the toilet and puts her potty seat on and expects to sit on the potty. In the rare times when she makes the sign first and we rush her to the toilet, she just sits there, investigating the bathroom, and then poops standing up when we put a diaper back on her. She’s definitely a standing-up pooper. Why don’t they make potties for that?
This morning, BabyGirl had been up for about ten whole minutes when she stumbled, hit a chair, cried for a moment and got up to keep playing. When she wandered back to me, I saw that she had a cut near the corner of her eye. Cue mother struggling to hold bag of frozen broccoli cuts (we’re out of peas!) to toddler’s face.
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