I noticed this evening that there was some honeysuckle creeping over the fence from the neighbors' yard, so I pointed it out to the kids, just saying that it smelled really good...
So they quickly pulled off a branch :/
And tried to figure out if something that smells so good also TASTES so good!
Cecilia was pretty disappointed, convinced that "da bees ate all da honey!"
So I showed her the trick where you pinch off the end and pull out a teeeeny tiny little drop of nectar. She was ecstatic! And it reminded me of just how much time I spent with friends at recess in grade school, trying to gorge ourselves on honeysuckle nectar, one tiny drop at a time.
It's kind of amazing, being able to introduce them to things that were such a big part of my childhood!
This weekend was rough. Well, really just rough for me. I came down with something during my yearly amusement park trip with my students (100 middle school students. 17+ hours "on" with them. Way too much time on a bus. I'm amazed I didn't get sicker), and was completely out of commission Saturday and Sunday. Thankfully my mom was in town to help out!
When I finally managed to crawl up the stairs to join the living on Saturday morning, John Paul ran over excitedly to me:
JP: Mom! Are you feeling better?
Me: No, not really...
JP: Oh. D'you have tuberculosis?
Me: ... No.
JP: D'you have ebonia?
Me: No, not pneumonia either.
Yeah, no idea what it was/is. Still lingering with headache, nausea, sore back and neck... Hopefully I'll be over it soon!
The weird part of it is, since the babies couldn't nurse at all on Friday/Saturday/Sunday, they're pretty much weaned. It was going to happen soon anyway, since my supply is pretty much gone. But it's still... Weird. Elizabeth has asked to nurse a couple of times and is easily distracted, and Mary Claire seems to care not even a tiny bit.
I kind of had to be back in commission this morning because my mom was gone and Andrew had work, so Cecilia was SHOCKED to see me in the morning:
Cecilia: Mom! Are you all better?
Me: Um, some of the way, Cecilia.
Cecilia: Oh. Did da baby come out yet?
Me: No, not yet...
Cecilia, disappointed: Why not???
Yeah, this little one and the concept of time... Not so much!
Speaking of Cecilia, though:
"It's a baby. Wif a umbilical cord."
On a birthday card for a pregnant friend. I guess it's appropriate?
The cord stretched to approximately 5x the length of the baby. Yeesh, that's a lot of umbilical cord. She tells me these days that she really wants to be a nun, so I suppose her preconceived notions are moot!
It would have been my parents' 35th wedding anniversary today - would you send up a prayer for my dad's soul? And also for my mom?