|Quick catch-up: People had birthdays.|
So probably the best thing to do is to forget the "catching up" that just won't be done, and start where you are.
Where we are is in the midst of a stomach bug/pink eye/ear infection/sore throat session that seems to have hit every one of the children. Not all of the children have gone through all of the stages, but many have. I vacillate between being grateful that not all of the children had to go through all of the stages and being fearful that not all of the children have had to go through all of the stages ... yet.
|Gideon (5), pink eye victim #1|
Everyone's tired of tea, and tired of elderberry syrup, and tired of fire water, and tired of pain medicine and salt socks and tissues and bowls and eye ... gunk.
|Zebulun (19 mos.) sporting a different kind of eyewear|
Yesterday's snow was actually a welcome change. At least there was something different to see outside, and eight of them managed to bundle themselves up and get out in it.
(I know. But please...when it may be the only day they have to play in the snow as a 5-year old, or a 9-year old, or whatever, what's a few more days of being sick? So they said, and they may be right.)
|Oh, wait. They did have another day of snow play, and here's proof.|
|Zebby, really wanting to be on the other side of this window.|
It's just very tiring.
But there's tapioca soaking for some Boba Tea (which, yes, we shall most definitely call Frog Spawn Tea), and someday...someday...someday...well, this, too, shall pass.
|Ada (2), doing her interpretive fitness-ball-chair dance. It's a sight.|