I have some great posts planned, but today I’m recovering from a violent stomach flu, and I’m not quite finished editing the images that go along with the posts.
The stomach flu has now ransacked exactly half of the members of our family. It has a quick onset and some miserable results. I’m SO grateful that my husband was not working this weekend and could take care of everything else for me last night when I was in the middle of being the sickest I’ve been for a LONG time. I’m even more grateful for some kind of little white pill he gave me that completely halted all the vomiting. I think things would have continued in that direction for quite some time, and I was already feeling quite dehydrated. He’s so great to have around when people are sick.
The Banana and I were quarantined from church and spent the morning together snuggled up. She practiced reading from her new Bible, which just arrived this week and is turning out to be just the thing for reading practice and devotions all rolled up into one. The segments are just the right length for someone reading at her level. In between reading Bible stories, we read chapters from one of the Pony Crazed Princess books, which I have found to be surprising well written for early chapter books. Sometimes early reader chapter books are, well, boring and simplistic. I actually like reading these out loud to her. They are appropriately simple, but yet they seem to have details and humor and are a bit more rounded than some of the other choices.
My choir is singing Duruffle’s Requiem and John Rutter’s Requiem at our next concert with organ and small orchestra. I especially like the Rutter music, and I’m really excited to have two awesome musical projects to be working on for the next two months.
My washing machine has constant balance issues, and it drives me crazy.
YaYa is starting to play the oboe! More news about this exciting adventure is coming your way soon.
YaYa also invented a mailbox doorbell (with a little parental help from Dr. Peds) for the Inventor’s Fair at her school. Excitedly, her invention was one of the finalists advancing to the next level, but even more noteworthy is that the prototype mailbox, currently stored at home, happens to set off our real doorbell every time the mailbox is opened. This means that during after school hours my children have countless hours of fun tricking me into thinking that someone is at the door, when really they are just in the office opening and closing that dumb old mailbox! Half the time I suspect there isn’t someone at the door, but of course I have to go and check because what if there really were someone there? They think this is absolutely hilarious and nearly make themselves sick with hysterical laughter.
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