Writing News
More research about Mesoamerican architecture and what not. I’ve got a long ways to go but at least I’ve narrowed down which culture I want to concentrate on. There are these water filled cave/wells in the Yucatan that I’m terribly interested in and therefore the Maya are my focus. It’s nice to have a plan.
Breaking News
I have officially obtained a truly minute serving of sleep. Sweet boy #2 vomited 4 times last night. Perhaps it was inevitable because sweet boy #1 vomited 4 times the night before. And the exact boost that my sagging spirits needed this morning greeted me as I put the date up on the old pre-school froggy calendar. It is Jan. 3, exactly sixteen years ago my Dad died in a generator accident. I’ve been alive longer without him then I was with him here. I don’t usually notice dates and anniversaries and such, but I managed just fine this morning. Whooo Hoooo! I will definitely be praying today. Not that that is a bad thing, you know.
Harrowing/Heartwarming
Parent Moment of the Week
The winner this week! Last year we purchased bean bag furniture with our economic stimulus check. It’s worked out well. But sweet boy #2s bag is filled with these itsy bitsy foam peas that are full of static and are able to somehow animate the snow peas next to them in order to form a stampede which escapes their denim prison at the slightest movement of the zipper on the aforementioned bean bag. Well sweet boy #2 did indeed move the zipper. In fact he opened it all the way and a virtual tidal wave of static filled snow peas erupted from the bean bag spreading across two rooms or our apartment and sticking to everyone’s feet as we ran around frantically trying to scoop them all up before sweet boy #3 met his end by breathing in one of these horrid choking hazards. Luckily a good friend was visiting and she risked life and limb to hold sweet boy #3 out of danger while I banished sweet boys #1 and #2 to the bathtub (don’t worry I gave them water and toys) while I scooped up the squirrelly little peas of doom! And against all odds we are all still breathing and living and eagerly awaiting the many future catastrophes that await us.
