So, turns out all of the kids are fermenting Something. Not all the Same Thing, of course. That would be Parenting For Noobs. (The kids are not only keeping me spooled up on infectious diseases, they keep my vocabulary fresh and kicky. Except they've asked me not to say 'kicky'. But they're asleep.) No, we seem to have a variety of things going about. Some intestinal fun, a little sinus, and two variations of generalized throat pain. Wee! We did "Hospital Prep School" today - vacuumed and disinfected everything, force fed all the people Greek yogurt, ginger root tea, and Vitamin D capsules, then read and watched documentaries the rest of the day. It's not thrilling, but it gets the job done sometimes. Everyone turned in early (except Zorak and I, obviously) and the house smells very... not germy. Let's hope the rest of the week shows marked improvement!
Zorak hung the drywall tonight. It looks a little patch-worky at the moment, with the original Adobe Ghetto Pink in the corners behind the cabinets, and swaths of Heavy Cream flanking freshly-screwed-in-gray. But this is the easy part. Now we just have to mud, wait, mud, wait, texture, wait, paint, wait, then *BAM* everything goes back in place, all pretty and clean. It's exciting, in an anti-climactic way. I do feel a good run of Netflix streaming in our near future, though!
Me-Wa returned from his most recent hunting trip this week, and they came out to the house to bring some venison, and an anvil for John. John's so excited. He doesn't look it right now, because of the groaning and clutching his side, but he is. He marked a couple of projects from one of his blacksmithing books today, and I saw the glimmer of an idea forming just before he headed to bed.
Still haven't found the math disc, but we have made headway on some projects.
EmBaby is getting antsy to decorate for Christmas, though, and she announced the other day that there is a place that SELLS Christmas Trees! "Mom, you can just go up and pick one you want, already cut! Did you KNOW that?" So I'm guessing last year's foray into the woods to cut their own tree didn't leave the same impression on her as it did on the boys.
Jase is ready to go shopping, but he's four - he still thinks that means he's going to go shopping for things he wants. It's rough to be four. The world makes no sense, at all.
Kiss those babies!
Dy
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Sorry your crew has the ickies! There is a lot to be said for education by documentary. I hope everyone feels better very soon, and that Em gets to decorate!
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