Monday, March 30, 2009

Sick Days (in which I get to use the word "hornswoggled" in a sentence)

Back when I had a paid job, I found it hard to take sick days. To stay home due to illness involved agonizing over whether to call in, resigning myself to the fact that I needed to, making the call, and feeling a bit better as soon as I'd hung up... leading to hours of second guessing myself, thinking maybe I should've just sucked it up.

Now I'm responsible for deciding whether my lovely children need to stay home from school. I've found that while it's easier to err on the side of caution on their behalf than it was on my own, the second-guessing part hasn't gone away.

Thankfully neither of them are school-averse; so far, they both love to go. The Bean hates even the idea of missing a day, and gets very upset if she thinks she might have to be absent. I can see that for her, taking sick days could someday involve the same tortuous process it was for me. But it's easy for me to make the decision for her: if she's that upset, she's probably that sick.

With the Peanut, it is harder to tell. She's so happy about everything that her mood isn't a good indicator. This past weekend, she had a fever on and off, some coughing and congestion, and not much of an appetite. But she seemed much improved by suppertime yesterday. We'd figured she was OK to go to preschool for Pajama Day today (the kiddos got to wear their PJs and bring a favorite stuffed animal along). The Peanut thought so too, and had her horse pajamas and stuffed horsie ready to go.

This morning, she stalled out during her Cheerios and banana. It came down to this: if you're not feeling good enough for Cheerios and banana, then you're not feeling good enough for preschool, Peanut. Usually, if she's dragging over breakfast (she's always taken a verrrry looonnnng time with meals) and I hint that not eating it might cause her to miss preschool, then she eats, pronto. Not today. She put down her spoon and said she thought she should stay home. But could she still wear her horse pajamas all day?


I decided to keep her home. It's possible I'm being had because she doesn't love Cheerios and banana as much as, say, raisin toast and apples, but no matter. She can use an extra day to rest and get past whatever she was fighting off, and missing a day of preschool (even Pajama Day) is certainly not going to set her back any.

Aside from two seconds' sadness when she realized she wouldn't "get to see what the boys' pajamas looked like," she is regret-free. As I type, she's in the living room stringing plastic bead necklaces and singing something to the tune of "if you're happy and you know it."

If her nose weren't stuffy, I'd be feeling hornswoggled.

Friday, March 27, 2009

What? Oh, yes. Fine, thanks. You?

We are alive and well and our shoes are still sandy, here at Noted and Blogged. Just... wandered off for a bit, I suppose.

Since my last post, the first crocuses have pushed up, we took the cover off the sandbox (and replaced it, when it snowed again -- sigh), and the Peanut and I have had the first picnic of the season, albeit a chilly one.

Spring is truly here, even if it feels like fits and starts just yet.

M. and the girls planted seeds for the vegetable garden, and the seedlings are sprouting. M. is shopping around for a mid-size rototiller; that is, he is in agonizing perpetual indecision over whether to go ahead and get one. In the meantime, I am supposed to be researching new lawn mowers.

The girls are taking swimming lessons, and we're looking for a piano instructor.

So, life. It goes.

How are you?

Thursday, March 05, 2009

A minute's diversion

I don't usually love watching animation as much as a lot of people do, but I thought this was totally fun. Click "play" ... I bet you'll watch it more than once.

Wednesday, March 04, 2009

machine go "boom"

Will it be too loud? Absolutely.
Will it be woefully underlit? No doubt about it.
Will it have myriad unforgivable flaws? Yeppity yep yep.
Will the plot be kind of... how you say... stupid? Perhaps.
Also, isn't Christian Bale an arrogant prick? Yeah probably.

But am I going to see this movie ASAP?

Yes, yes I am.