OK, I think I’ll live. It was touch-and-go for a day or so last week when I was trying to decide if I had just a bug or a hemorrhagic fever. Turns out an infection and a contact allergy were conspiring to inflame my head from the inside and out, but I finally got to the doctor who gave me drugs to put out the fires.
Now I’m on steroids–not for the bike ride, but because the allergy was threatening to go down my already swollen throat. I’m a little disappointed that the ‘roids haven’t increased my riding strength as much as they have my sense of…let’s say…intense focus.
I can’t say that I’ve hit ‘roid rage yet, but perhaps that’s just because I haven’t mixed my drugs with a bike ride near cars, but all that changes tomorrow when I ride to work for the first time since I changed jobs over a year ago.
If I survive, I’ll let you know how that went, but for now, I thought I’d try to recall the last week–minus the night sweats, fever dreams and flaming face rash. Trust me, you won’t miss those at all. I don’t.
White House Egg Roll
Yes, I did wake up at 5 to get us there on time.
Yes, we did wait in line for 1.5 hours to get on to the lawn.
Yes, we did miss the Obamas’ entrance by 10 minutes.
Yes, we were 8 feet from Barack and Michelle while he read Where the Wild Things Are.
Yes, we were even closer to Fergie, which was more exciting for 3B, although perhaps not as exciting as shooting soccer goals and dribbling a ball around the
tennis basketball court.
No, I didn’t really understand how amazing it was until about an hour after we walked out. Even now, I’m not sure I can wrap my mind around the fact that I watched the President read my son a book. OK, so my son and a few score other kids, but still.
Overheard but not overlooked
3B walking across the back of the couch, behind the cushions: “I am Moses, crossing the Red Sea.”
He also brought home a PlayDoh sculpture of Moses in a basket, which was sort of blobbish in shape–red on top, purple on bottom–with one gold eye gleaming out from it. I’d have a picture of it here, if Barky hadn’t chewed it to pieces after it dried. We asked about Moses in the basket: “He goes in the river. Then he goes to live in the palace.”
Hey, this JCC school is paying off. Now 3B can teach me about the parts of the Bible I skipped over.
Of course, later in the week, while Mama and I were in the kitchen and 3B was quietly playing in his room, we heard him declare, “I’m ready for my close up now.”
I guess now we know who put Sunset Boulevard in our Netflix queue.
That would be a fair trick, on par with what 3B did last night as I was making dinner. I heard him saying something as he wrote on his doodle pad and it finally connected in my brain, so I went over to check. Sure enough, he was saying, “I’m writing an ‘i,’ an ‘o,’ and an ‘s.'” And sure enough he was writing an “i,” and “o,” and …uh… another “o” that he called an “s.”
Why not, I guess? I’m sure some letters cross dress too.
Last, but certainly not least
3B’s already happy to be a big brother and is practicing with a baby girl doll that Mama was clever enough to buy him when we were at Babies R Us getting his new big-boy car seat. He’s been adorable with her–sharing his food and drinks with her, making sure she doesn’t lose her lovie, and explaining the ways of the world to her.
We explained that his sister is in Mommy’s belly and, being as anxious to meet his sister as 3B is, it didn’t take long for him to ask the two obvious questions: When will she come out? How will she come out?
If her recent activity is any indication, 3B’s sister thinks she’s a bird who needs to break out of her egg to hatch. She’s been kicking and punching hard enough that I felt it for the first time last Thursday night and we can even see it some times.
Now we know that she’s got at least one thing in common with her big brother.