Medicine of Immortality "It's a cold, and it's a broken, 'Hallelujah!'"

Antonio = very busy, talkative, crazy, little boyPosted by Rachel on July 22nd, 2009

Antonio loves to repeat everything he hears. He also loves to bring me a story, have a story for himself, and then pretend to read his aloud while I read the one he handed me. But sometimes he’ll actually sit in my lap and listen to the book he brought me, like today. He walked over and handed me “The Very Hungry Caterpillar,” which I happily began to read to both kids. “In the light of the moon, a little egg lay on a leaf.” For the next couple pages, Antonio yelled, “LEAF! LEEEAAF! LEEEEEAAAAAAAF!” until I got to the “On Monday, he ate through one apple…” and then he yelled, “APPLE! AAAAAAAAAAAPPLE! AAAAAPPLE” pointing to every fruit on the book after the initial, actual apple. Then, of course, he closed the book before we got to the end, so the poor fat caterpillar never turned into a butterfly.

This kid…he wears me out. He just broke a quart-sized glass measuring container. Must go.

Things.Posted by Rachel on July 7th, 2009

• The Fourth of July was lots of fun. I can’t remember the last time I laughed so hard about nothing! I loved it. And all the food was delicious, the drinks were grrreat, the fireworks pretty, and the sparklers, nostalgic of the best of times. I was proud that Antonio held his own and did so well with them.

• It is good to know that I have friends who will listen to my whining about nothingness. Sometimes it helps clear my head and reassure me that things really will be okay, even when I’m having a bad day.

• I have often looked at my kids and been struck at how quickly they change and grow, but lately, it seems as if Kyrie is growing before my very eyes. This makes me proud and very sad at the same time. I find myself thinking back on when she was a tiny, not quite eight pound little newborn, and I didn’t know that in a flash, she would be my big girl.

• I really want to take dance classes with Rick, but we don’t know what to do about finding a babysitter. We don’t even know where to look. This is disheartening.

• The pool at Shadle Park, I believe, is now open. I’m just waiting for a nice, hot day when Rick and I and the kids can go experience it. It looks wonderfully refreshing when I glance at it as we drive by.

• It is late and I’m not in bed. This is probably a really bad idea.

• Good night.