The worst thing about having more than one child is how sickness spreads, sometimes like wild fire, sometimes, like a slow and steady march, taking out its targets one by one. The latest victim, Little Lady.
It started Monday night, just when I thought we were in the clear, a single puking incident, that occurred twenty minutes after we put her to bed. We cleaned her up, changed her sheets, felt her forehead (no fever) and thanked our lucky stars that it was probably just a freak thing, caused by her negligent mother allowing her to eat one too many cupcakes, and then, brownies and lemonade, at her brother’s art show (more on that in a little bit).
Then, an hour and half later it happened, again, and again, and again, and again. It was so bad that her mother, that would be me, had to wrap pajama bottoms (for lack of a bandana) around her face just to clean it up. I’m sorry, but there’s nothing worse than throw up, especially when it’s laced with brownies, a granola bar, and chocolate cupcakes. (Exactly how long does digestion take?)
After another clean up and sheet change, we put her back to bed and went to bed ourselves.
Then, at 1:30 in the morning, she puked again.
Thankfully, that was the last of the puking. It was followed by a twenty-four hour fever and now, a cough. It’s a shame all this happening her last week of school. I wonder if she’ll be like, what happened? How come I’m not going to school anymore? I think three year olds like closure. I could be wrong.
So, it wasn’t some over the top production, I thought it was just fine. Short, simple, and sweet. It’s not high school. It’s kindergarten, and while I don’t mean to knock kindergarten, he’s only moving to the next hallway, not out of state. Frankly, I thought graduation from preschool was a bigger deal (and it would have been an even bigger deal if he had went more than 2 1/2 hours to kindergarten).
Seriously, I was a little put off by the few disgruntled parents. Not only did they find the program inferior (Where were the songs? It was a little short!) I found out that they weren’t so hot on the teacher, either. Funny, I like her. In fact, she’s the only teacher in the district that I have liked. You say tomato, I say tomato (you’ll have to change the pronunciation in your head). And, she’s the only teacher that I’ve encountered that hasn’t checked out as soon as the parents step in the classroom. When First Son was in kindergarten, I went in for a party and his teacher actually sat down at her desk and started reading while the parents did everything. The least she could have done is acted interested.
The funny part is that I really agonized over whether or not to enroll Second Son in enrichment this year, because let’s face it, most of my decision was motivated by my want of a little time to get things done, by myself. I was afraid he would hate going and look at it as another school. Boy, was I wrong. Signing him up for enrichment was, hands down, the best decision I made this year. Just to give you a little background, they would study different units, and each unit included art, history, music, food, etc. A very multidisciplinary approach. The art show highlighted all the different artists and art forms they studied and created. Here’s a little sample. We traveled from room to room and through the hallways, decorated with the children’s art. Here’s a little sample. Picasso.A miniature village based on Maduradam in Holland. Second Son chose to make his building, the great big blue box, into the Great Wolf Lodge. A self portrait, a la, Vincent van Gogh.Second Son as Mona Lisa. DaVinci. Jackson Pollock, his favorite piece.And there were many more, like their sculptures. Most of them titled things like, Mother and Child, Staring at the Sky and At the Park. Not second son, he was somewhat more original. It was pretty impressive, to say the least. But then again, I pay for that school.
As if this post isn’t long enough, I just have one more thing to say, totally off subject. And that is, can someone get me the name of Marlena, John, and Stefano’s plastic surgeon? You know, the characters from Days of Our Lives. Is it me or are these people sipping from the fountain of youth? I haven’t watched the soaps since I was in high school and hardly watch tv during the day anymore, but here I am sitting in front of the tv typing this and a commercial comes on for Days of Our Lives and they all look the same (not to mention, they’re still alive-didn’t Stefano die in 1991?). Take a look at these shots.