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Dear March
Mar. 1st, 2005 08:52 amNow, look. Spring is coming up. SPRING. So. One foot of snow overnight? Not on, March, not on. *sighs deeply*
Anyways. More snowhedgehogs to come, then, I guess. I am stuck at home again. (not that I couldn't take the subway, but I am a lazy cow. Also, this requires walking a little, and Tadpole is lazier than I am and will demand to be carried. Can't do that. And if you have any other clever solution, please keep it to yourself. Bitch I may, but truth is, I am quite content to stay home today.)
I'm a little tired this week. Last week was a frenzy of last minute preparations for Tadpole's Big Party, and then we had the party itself, with 14 kids altogether, and quite a few parents to go with them. Well, not all parents stayed, but enough that we had a little help with the feeding the kids and making sure they washed their hands before running back upstairs (for they will hold on to the cream-coloured wall with chocolate-covered hands, oh yes they will).
Husband went and fetched the 20 balloons, and when he came in, two balloons exploded right away, bam bam. The kids shrieked. And I have been watching CSI too much ("get away from my crime scene, you lot!" Well, it did sound like a gun shot, or so I thought. I have never heard a real-life gun shot *sheepish grin*)
Husband also panicked when he saw little Elizabeth's arm, with a GIANT BURN on it (the kid's arm hit a hot lightbulb a few days ago, her mum told me), and a little skin coming off. "Band-aids!", he screamed, "Where are the band-aids?" He went and got band-aids, and lovingly applied a Blues Clues band aid onto the kid's arm. And when he looked up, the kids were all lined up, holding up their assorted boo-boos (all the boo-boos they had gotten over the past two weeks, basically) and looking miserable. :D
I believe we may have two band-aids left, but I am not entirely sure. The kids were happy though. They took them off and exchanged them, and played with them for quite a while*.
The animal lady came and showed us: a rabbit, hermit crabs, a baby chicken, a hamster, a chinchilla, a stinky toad, a tiger salamander, and a snake. The kids were allowed to touch all the animals (but the stinky toad, cos apparently, he bites. Who knew toads had teeth?). Froglet stubbornly refused to touch the snake -- I wonder who she gets that from, cos no-one else in the family is afraid of snakes (in fact, I love snakes), and all the other kids touched it alright. It even got put around a few necks. And then, it proceeeded to tie itself up in complicated knots in little Elizabeth's hair, and it took the animal lady a few minutes to un-tangle it. The kid kept completely quiet -- I believe the daily combing of her unbelievable hair must be painful enough.
Tadpole loved her many presents, of course. Husband and I also got a housewarming present from friends of ours. It is pretty, and heavy, and we are still trying to figure out its use. Is it meant to hold a potted plant, of a candle? For inside, or outside? Go figure.
And Tadpole is a Big Girl with a temper, now:
Tadpole: Mom, can you put Dora the Explorer on, please?
rainette: Yes, Tadpole, just a minute.
Tadpole *bellows* MOM! I said PLEASE! Put it on, NOW!
rainette: !
*Actually, I still remember when Froglet discovered the Harry Potter glow-in-the-dark band-aids (before we moved). We found the empty box of band-aids in the garbage and wondered what she'd done with the band-aids; well, we found them soon enough: all lined up on her wall, next to her little lamp (the one she got after a very high fever caused her to hallucinate, since then she doesn't want to sleep in the dark). So she can make them GLOW. :D Clever girl.
Anyways. More snowhedgehogs to come, then, I guess. I am stuck at home again. (not that I couldn't take the subway, but I am a lazy cow. Also, this requires walking a little, and Tadpole is lazier than I am and will demand to be carried. Can't do that. And if you have any other clever solution, please keep it to yourself. Bitch I may, but truth is, I am quite content to stay home today.)
I'm a little tired this week. Last week was a frenzy of last minute preparations for Tadpole's Big Party, and then we had the party itself, with 14 kids altogether, and quite a few parents to go with them. Well, not all parents stayed, but enough that we had a little help with the feeding the kids and making sure they washed their hands before running back upstairs (for they will hold on to the cream-coloured wall with chocolate-covered hands, oh yes they will).
Husband went and fetched the 20 balloons, and when he came in, two balloons exploded right away, bam bam. The kids shrieked. And I have been watching CSI too much ("get away from my crime scene, you lot!" Well, it did sound like a gun shot, or so I thought. I have never heard a real-life gun shot *sheepish grin*)
Husband also panicked when he saw little Elizabeth's arm, with a GIANT BURN on it (the kid's arm hit a hot lightbulb a few days ago, her mum told me), and a little skin coming off. "Band-aids!", he screamed, "Where are the band-aids?" He went and got band-aids, and lovingly applied a Blues Clues band aid onto the kid's arm. And when he looked up, the kids were all lined up, holding up their assorted boo-boos (all the boo-boos they had gotten over the past two weeks, basically) and looking miserable. :D
I believe we may have two band-aids left, but I am not entirely sure. The kids were happy though. They took them off and exchanged them, and played with them for quite a while*.
The animal lady came and showed us: a rabbit, hermit crabs, a baby chicken, a hamster, a chinchilla, a stinky toad, a tiger salamander, and a snake. The kids were allowed to touch all the animals (but the stinky toad, cos apparently, he bites. Who knew toads had teeth?). Froglet stubbornly refused to touch the snake -- I wonder who she gets that from, cos no-one else in the family is afraid of snakes (in fact, I love snakes), and all the other kids touched it alright. It even got put around a few necks. And then, it proceeeded to tie itself up in complicated knots in little Elizabeth's hair, and it took the animal lady a few minutes to un-tangle it. The kid kept completely quiet -- I believe the daily combing of her unbelievable hair must be painful enough.
Tadpole loved her many presents, of course. Husband and I also got a housewarming present from friends of ours. It is pretty, and heavy, and we are still trying to figure out its use. Is it meant to hold a potted plant, of a candle? For inside, or outside? Go figure.
And Tadpole is a Big Girl with a temper, now:
Tadpole: Mom, can you put Dora the Explorer on, please?
rainette: Yes, Tadpole, just a minute.
Tadpole *bellows* MOM! I said PLEASE! Put it on, NOW!
rainette: !
*Actually, I still remember when Froglet discovered the Harry Potter glow-in-the-dark band-aids (before we moved). We found the empty box of band-aids in the garbage and wondered what she'd done with the band-aids; well, we found them soon enough: all lined up on her wall, next to her little lamp (the one she got after a very high fever caused her to hallucinate, since then she doesn't want to sleep in the dark). So she can make them GLOW. :D Clever girl.
