It sort of reminds me of the time I taught third grade and one of the third grade students in my school was sent home with lice and even though the kid wasn't even in my class, I wore my hair in a pony tail and petrified it with hairspray for a week anyway and every tiny itch I felt all over my body was multiplied by ten and I noticed every time any one of my students touched their head for any reason. Sort of like that.
Where was I? Oh yeah. So we're home not really sick, but quarantined. Come to think of it, it's sort of like an impromptu vacation. We slept late, played, ate breakfast late, had cereal for breakfast,
and now Danny's playing with his frosted mini wheats.
And I'm letting him.
He's turned it into a complete soupy mush which he's been kneading with his hands for the last half hour, and now he's painting with it on the kitchen counter.
And I can't stop taking pictures of his long lashes and pouty lip.
But he's content
and being creative and his hands are out of his eyes
and he's only two and a half once, right?
Oh yes, he's almost two and a half! Can you believe it? It's high time for another Dear Danilo post. The child just doesn't stop talking. It's fantastic.
I am in love with the word fantastic right now. In love. I don't know why.
What was I talking about? Oh right.
Last weekend, after this post, we had planned on going to cut down our Christmas tree, as is our annual tradition. But seeing as it was blowing snow and negative 5 degrees out, Danny and I stayed inside and Alejandro heroically went and cut one down for us. Isn't that fantastic? (Sorry, I had to use it.) He was really so wonderful to do that. My two boys were SOOO tired after last weekend's adventures.
Alejandro's been working really hard all week long,
and bringing me flowers to boot,
so our little Charlie Brown tree (which I never would have picked, but am totally in love with) has sat in our living room un-decorated all week, along with the base that we cut off and all the pine needles all over the floor.
That is going to change tomorrow, if I have anything to do with it.
My stress relief these days has been working out at Jazzercise (which incidentally is probably where Danny picked up this little case of pink eye) and my winter sweet hot drink of choice. The two stress-relievers sort of cancel each other out, now that I think about it. Each year I settle on a sweet drink and have it all winter long in mass doses. Last year it was Kingdom Mama's decadent hot chocolate.
This year it's a chai tea latte (from Costco) with whipped cream on top.
It's even better in my favorite cup given to me by my across-the-street-childhood-best-friend. I love that cup. And her. ;-)
Oh, my last little bit of news? Remember last week when I was Tweeting about my little visit to the DMV that worked out amazingly well? No? Well I went to the DMV, picked up my number, and took a seat. After a half an hour, they had progressed through about 8 numbers with 60 to go before getting to my number. I had an afternoon appointment to get to, so I gave up, left, and headed to my appointment. I happened to finish my appointment early and had an extra hour I didn't count on having, so I thought I'd head back by the DMV and see what the progress was. Do you know that there were only five numbers left until mine!? I only waited another 15 minutes, took my turn, and was out of there in time to pick up my son. Who does that!? I was pretty giddy about that little blessing.
What's that? Why was I at the DMV? Oh, I'm so glad you asked! I am now the proud owner of a
Well, it's time to get my little monster (and I mean that in the most endearing way) in and out of the bathtub and down to rest.
Have a great day!
