1. This was Henry's first year trick-or-treating; he went as a fydah-fydah (firefighter). A very REFLECTIVE firefighter.
It is not a whole lot of fun bringing five children trick-or-treating. There is a lot of playing The Manners Police ("What do you say?" "Do you remember what to say?" "What do you say NOW?" x 5), and there is a lot of fretting that a child will get lost in the dark. But it does mean there are five bags of loot to pick through after the kids go to bed. We searched first for razor blades, unwrapped/opened candy, and religious detritus. Razor blades 0, unwrapped/opened candy 0, religious detritus 2 (1 roll of smarties with scripture verses on the wrapper, 1 tract about "the treat that lasts forever," complete with the prayer you should pray in order to "trick-or-treat at God's door." Jesus: He won't give you cavities! Or get stuck in your teeth! Or get eaten by your parents after you go to bed!).
2. On Friday afternoon, William was tired and kept saying so. He went to bed an hour and a half early. He woke up two hours later with a nightmare, and he was feverish and coughing. Yesterday he was dizzy and had a fever that got in the high 103s whenever the ibuprofen started wearing off. This morning he was around 101 and feeling much better. I have to call the school tomorrow to let them know: they're keeping track of all children and staff who miss school for flu-like symptoms.
3. Rob taught me how to knit. I should clarify that this was probably my dozenth time learning. I don't know why I am learning again, except that Rob was so! keen! to teach me.
I am making A Thing. It started as 22 stitches across and has without my intentional interference varied from 22-28 stitches, mostly 26. It is too wide and short for a scarf. It is too narrow and long for a blankie. But ohhhhhhh it is soft! I'm using Lion Brand "suede" yarn in a pretty variegated color that is a lot prettier when it is not against the backdrop of my berry-colored shirt, and I've almost finished a skein. (I did my first Thing in Red Heart yarn because I'd heard that's a good yarn for beginners, but for my second Thing I chose a yarn I liked.) Rob keeps saying, "NOW do you like knitting?" and I keep saying, "Nope! Still difficult yet boring!" But I do like petting the yarn.
4. The cat has been acting bonkers. She follows me around, making the cat equivalent of yippy-little-dog sounds. MEW! MEW! MEW! MEW! She is frantic. She bumps against my legs, tripping me and getting stepped on. Her food is fresh and full; her water is fresh and full; her box is fresh and scooped; she's been petted and snuggled; WHAT DOES SHE WANT?? I am on the verge of taking her to the vet just because surely it must be SOMETHING.
Gift ideas for an 8-year-old, part 1 of 2 - I have TWO 8-year-olds to buy for, so I’m going to split it up into two posts. Today will be the things we’re getting for Edward. I dislike saying “Gift id...