Dave took the girls to the Daddy-Daughter Dance.
I took Jack to the movies.
He’s a little guy. His hands are little. His features are small. He’s a little guy. (We should have named him Garmin!)
I know this is starting to seem a little bit like the whole fish tank affair what with the getting the new guy, a new cage and a bigger cage and even more supplies, but the thing is, these guys are furry and cuddly. FURRY AND CUDDLY. Totally worth it.
Lucy and Phoebe came home from school yesterday with the biggest chocolate bar I have ever seen.
Their names had been put in a drawing for participating in the latest fundraiser and one of them was picked as the lucky winner of the 11,400 calorie prize. (We’re not sure which name was drawn. This is probably best for peace-keeping purposes.) Everyone posed for a picture with it and before you suggest that’s a weird thing to do or be excited about, consider that there is an entire amusement park dedicated to the love and celebration of this very candy bar.
Once we hauled it inside, the kids unwrapped it and stared in disbelief. Breathlessly Julia asked, “Mom, mom what do we do?” Lucy suggested they each take a corner and start gnawing. We ended up cutting off some pieces with a knife. The remainder is taking up an entire shelf in the refrigerator.
Jackson cannot be trusted with scissors. Do you see why?
He cut his hair. This is not the first or second or third or even fourth time. He does this a lot. And it isn’t as if his bangs were long and he cut them to get them out of his face. This is just random snipping. For what purpose, son? He has no answer.
Haylee’s cat Spooky is finally warming up to us.
He’s moved from Julia’s room to mine, though he is venturing out of it now and then. He likes to sit next to me while I sew. He enjoys being near me and rubbing up against me. He does not enjoy being picked up or held or petted too much. He likes me best when I’m standoffish. He’s teaching me to be cool.
There was a nice article in the paper about the piano competition. Julia is still flying high from it all. (Me, too.)
Guess where we were last night?
Jack woke up coughing and just couldn’t seem to get enough air. He couldn’t talk or swallow and within minutes, he was struggling to breathe at all. I scooped him up and headed to the emergency room. I took Julia along to sit with Jack to make sure he was staying upright and conscious during the ride there. Thankfully, my dad was up and able to stay with Lucy and Phoebe. Dave was on his way to work when I called. He turned around and met us at the hospital. By the time we got there, Jack seemed a little better. The doctor said it was the cool, moist air outside that helped it start to clear up as he obviously has croup. My fourth child is four years and old and this is the first time I’ve experienced croup! I think we’ve been pretty lucky, because this stuff is terrible.
There had been no warning signs. He hadn’t been coughing before this. He’d had strep throat in early February and a stomach virus last week, but never a stuffy or runny nose. And he’d been fever-free and feeling fine the past few days. Since no one else in our family had ever had croup, it wasn’t on my radar at all. I was worried he had something caught in his throat or maybe was having some kind of asthma attack. It was terrifying.
At the ER, they did a chest x-ray, gave him some steroids and ibuprofen and sent us home. By the time we left, he was laughing and talking about video games and I realized I was out in public in my pajamas, Jack wasn’t even wearing shoes, and I was so very tired. He slept the rest of the night between Dave and me in our bed. I’ve never been more thankful to be kicked all night.
You know, for Easter, or rather an Easter party which the cake attended without me because Phoebe and Jack were sick.
And here’s the cat.
He is aptly named Spooky. He spent his first days with us in hiding. We were able to lure him out with tuna and now he’s rooming with Julia until he gains the confidence to take on the rest of us. He belongs to Haylee, Julia’s best friend since Kindergarten who moved about 1,000 miles away last weekend. He is the balm for our broken hearts. We all love Haylee. She’s like a member of the family.
She and Julia have been friends for eight years. They made a cake to celebrate that their last weekend together before the move.
We made Haylee a blanket with this photo collage on it for a going away gift.
And we’re keeping Spooky to give her one more reason to come back and visit us now and then.
My boy is four today! I thought we’d celebrate it here with an interview.
Jack, how old are you? Four.
What is your favorite thing to do? Everything.
Who do you like to spend time with? You.
What is your favorite food? Fruit Snacks.
What are you good at? Racing.
What is your favorite thing to play with? Blaze and Hot Wheels and Dino Trucks.
What makes you laugh? Falling down.
What makes you cry? Slapping and punching.
What is your favorite song? True Colors.
What is your favorite book? The Book with No Pictures (by B.J. Novak)
What is one hard thing you have done? Mario Kart
What is something new you’d like to do? Drive a real car.
What is the best thing about being four? Getting presents.
I made Jack a cake for this birthday, as I do.
The first layer is a tasty tire. Fondant flames lick up the second layer toward a toy Blaze on top. Yes, those are supposed to be flames. Okay, I know I didn’t exactly nail the flames, but the kid liked them. And I didn’t have time to fuss because Lucy is running for class president and requested a cake to take to school for her constituents today, too.
She came up with the design. She said she hopes it is good enough to get her elected. I said that I hoped she didn’t really believe a cake could get her elected. And then I imagined her bursting out of school in tears screaming she lost and blaming it on my stupid cake. Dave carried the cake in to her class this morning for her. He reported that there were already three or four giant boxes of doughnuts asking for votes. Maybe her Lucy for President pencils will cut through the white noise of baked goods. At least they’ll last beyond the sugar buzz and until the election on Thursday. She also has stickers. We’ll see what happens.
Transcribed in great haste by his mother.
It reads: Jack’s pet loves slime. He likes to eat dirty stuff. He likes to eat dangerous hearts only if he is a grown up. He doesn’t like holes in him. This (arrow pointing to drawing of a box) is to keep him and you can see his tiny hole mouth. Do not make him die.
He gave this to his sisters. I haven’t heard a word about his invisible pet since, so I’m worried they didn’t follow the instructions.