Today’s Blast From the Past is the classic made in the USA wooden but prolly painted with lead paint Giraffe PlaySkool Scooter… complete with my brother’s sticker. All the ‘Katie’ stickers were always spelled with a ‘y’ instead of an ‘ie’ so I never had any. This is just another example of how the world favored my brother from the very beginning.
Monday night during the LSU game, Rylie woke up with a bang. What followed was 6 hours of restless puking and crying and sleeping on the couch with Mamma. The poor child must have thought aliens were coming out of her body. She did very well, though, despite being so tired she often hurled with her eyes closed and head drooping. The first time (and 2nd and 80th) throwing up is no fun. Personally, I’d rather be dragged by the lips by a chicken.
The sad sad sad irony of this tale is that I had- at YOUR ENCOURAGEMENT/BERATING– unpacked my bag from the trip and washed everything (as some things were growing extra legs) AND folded it but not put it away. It was resting on the back of the couch. By the end of our ordeal, I had grabbed nearly everything to avoid the ‘splash’. You know how it is- you just grab whatever’s closest to shield yourself and the couch and your Grandmother’s quilt that she handmade whilst going blind. So now, dear friends, I have another load of laundry to do. One that I wouldn’t have to re-do if I hadn’t listened to you…OR…if I’d unpacked when I got home like normal responsible overachiever people do.
She has recovered from the weird puking bug and is doing better with her new fleet of incoming teeth. I have seen 2 new front teeth and 4 new molars. Look look at this girl- is she not hysterical? At least once a day I find her studying books. Any book. Front cover, back cover, upside down, inside- especially the last page. She loves books. Here, she’s found some of our historical reading and is no doubt shocked to learn that Jesus was a Jew. It took her a good 10 minutes to realize I was standing there. She is so expressive and so so wonderful.
Next week will be dedicated to the Farm… as in the Sebeck farm… as in Pennsylvania Sebecks… as in my cousins and the cows and why we love to pay high prices for milk and how I had to drag my husband home from the barn and back to his real world of construction. I almost lost him to the tractors and the repetition and the labor and especially the company. But, that’s all for next week…
Many blessings to you! I hope you enjoy a little time to yourself this weekend… and maybe a little apple crisp and a rented movie as well. Mmmm. Sounds right up my alley.