How is it Wednesday already?
To recap the weekend, we had our usual Friday night, and then on Saturday the girls had a basketball game. While Skip took them to the game, William George and I went to a baby shower for Baby Caleb, my nephew's first child, who is slated for an April arrival. George has never been to a shower, but because Skip coaches the girls' team and because he (George) would have been running up and down the bleachers had he had minimal supervision, he attended. He was confused about 1) where the baby was and 2) who was getting a shower. I dangled Grammie over his head ("Grammmmiiiieee will be there..."), and he was up for it. After making his way through the brunch line and after having many doughnut holes, sausage balls, M&M's and crackers, he was very pleased. He got to see Lexie, Auntie Melinda and the lovely Katie. We left early to get back to the girls' game and as we were driving away, he wistfully said, "I like that party."
We got to the game a little late, but were there to see an impressive finish. Although the Starzz lost, they played valiantly and had a wonderful time. Due to magnificent spring-like weather, we had lunch on the deck, the trio played on the playground, and then we went for a bike ride. George has had a tepid relationship with his bicycle (read: it doesn't do what he wants it to do). Our little neighbor came out with her bicycle, and George immediately upped his game. He did so well that we told him he probably needed to add "new bicycle" on his birthday wish list. After visiting with all of the neighbors in the cul-de-sac, we called it a day and had pizza night.
Sunday morning, Grace woke up with a fever, and she and I stayed home from church. Skip texted me from church inquiring about the girls' acolyte status. I had an am/pm fail on my phone and had not gotten an alert that it was the girls' day to acolyte. They stayed at church for an additional service (Skip said he could stand to hear it twice. HA!) so that Lauren could serve, and George had some extra play time. Gracie had recovered after taking some medicine so they talked Skip into more bicycle time later in the afternoon.
By Monday, her fever had returned with a vengeance, and she remained home from school through Tuesday. In fact, today she was going to remain home again until we noticed she was unusually chatty after breakfast and got her to admit that she could probably attend. How quickly they learn that it is more fun to stay home and watch a "Jessie" marathon than have someone pepper you about fractions. Actually, the beauty of having a twin means that your teacher can easily send home all of your notebooks/books/assignments, and we have had e-days. But there was still time for "Jessie," and they like having compressed days. We have even discussed that we may need to have a less hospitable environment for any future sick days to make the divide between class and the sick bed less sharp -- less Club Med and more quarantine. (I kid. Not really.)
Any rate... that's how I am coming out of the illness-induced haze to find that it is already Wednesday. There is a permanent fog of Lysol in our home, and my eyes are a little red from chemical irritation. Also, the girls have their regularly scheduled well visit today so hopefully we can nip the illness(es) in the bud once and for all.
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