Mar 14 2007


I’ve been gone for two days. What, you didn’t notice?

Cole got sick on Sund

Wait a minute. I was writing and then my whole train of thought just completely derailed because I got a call saying that we are home owners as of tomorrow. TOMORROW.

Omigawd. It’s all over but the keys. Is this shock? Is this what that feels like?

I own a home. I own a home. I own a home.

I’m gonna barf…

Look at the cute! They’re rubbing heads. Awwwww….

Wow. Okay. I’m slightly better now.

So… we were at the Celtic Faire all weekend. It was a perfect weekend weather-wise; sunny, mid-70′s, not too breezy. Gorgeous. John and Cole were with me on Saturday, but trying to chase after a toddler while wearing full belly-dance garb was a little more of a challenge than I was prepared for, plus Cole came down with a fever, so they stayed home on Sunday.

I got lots of compliments, boosting my ego nicely (but temporarily). Cole got most of the attention. Sadly, I forgot to take a picture of him in his garb in the morning, it was not historically accurate for me to be toting a digital camera, and he was asleep by the time we got home, so I have no pictures. I’m counting on the others in the group who were able to snap a few. I hope. But take my word for it- he and one little girl stole all of the attention. They were absolutely precious.

I will say that I certainly got more attention on Sunday, being unburdened by husband and child. It wasn’t exactly welcome (inviting me to drink beer at 10 am), but it was pretty harmless. Faires are kind of slutty. It’s like it’s a special episode of “Nerds Gone Wild” or something.

I got to hang out with a lot of great people, which is mostly what this belly-dancing thing is about for me. I call it a success.

But then Cole’s fever was too high to take him to daycare on Monday, leaving me with no choice but to skip work. Also, he barfed. In my car. Directly on the seat. He hardly got a drop on himself. Smart kid.

Then I found a little sore in his mouth. I took him to the doctor and he said that it was unlikely, but it could be hand, foot, and mouth disease.


So I had to keep him home yesterday to observe and make sure that it didn’t progress (it didn’t) and that the doctor was killing me with precaution (he was). The sore was because he had gotten ahold of something sharp and bitten down, causing a little sore where it punctured his gums- really no big deal (and I paid $30 to see that doctor for THAT?!).

I tried to work from home with limited success. I got some stuff done while he was napping and during a really great mothering moment (the Elmo in Grouchland movie and a cookie- aren’t you SO proud of my parenting skills?).

He’s back at school today. He happily waved bye-bye.

Do you see the tiny faux-Crocs? Do you see them? Aak!
I hate them on adults, but they are the perfect toddler shoe for summer.

And in other news- we now own a house. What? I already covered that?

Oh. Right.

(I love you so much.)

(I’m updating to say that I now have the keys and the garage door opener in my sweaty little hands!! HEE!!)