Small Happenings

Yesterday was one of those rare Mondays where I didn't feel overwhelmed by a mountain of things I needed to do after the many comings and goings of Sunday.  I'm sure this was due to my staying home from church Sunday morning with James.  I don't like to send him to Sunday School when he has green snot pouring out of his nose.  It doesn't seem kind to the teacher or the other kids.  We stayed home and played Rummikub, and then he fell out on my bed by 11:15, a combination of getting up in the night AND too early in the morning in addition to the dose of Benadryl I gave him.

So we spent a pretty quiet day yesterday.  James' nose is still running, and he's got a cough, but I think he's on the mend.  It's probably not the best thing for him this time of year, but the kids spent a lot of time outside playing yesterday.  I took them out in the morning for a bike ride, and they were out in the backyard on two occasions throwing balls and picking grass and weeds.  Again, that's probably not the best for his spring allergies, but they were having fun.

We had a really wonderful time catching up with David and Hillary over the weekend, as well as being with the friends who came to the book party.

This is their second reading of what could genuinely be a helpful book, but it is also an extremely gross book.  But in our struggle with James and #2 in the potty, I've said this to him a lot.

Everyone does, and it's good to do it, James!

I just couldn't feel inspired to do housework last night, and things were mostly clean, so I played the piano and then sat on the kitchen counter reading my first P.G. Wodehouse book aloud to KJ while he conquered the world in a computer game.  And I just have to say, Wodehouse is a comic genius.  Seriously.  It's a pleasure reading to KJ because he laughs in all the right places. There just seems to be a certain wit in the writing of British gentlemen in the 40s and 50s that is not easily replicated.