Nathan calls it "Post Chicago Stress Syndrome."
I don't know what to call it, but boy am I itchy!! It was really bad over the weekend, but seems to be subsiding a bit now. I had the same thing about 5 1/2 years ago, when we were under a lot of financial stress and my body was struggling with Andrew's pregnancy. It came, it itched, it lasted about a week, and then it was gone. So, Nathan's theory is: I was so stressed out while he was gone (kids, house, Grandpa), but too busy to notice, and now he's home so I can physically fall apart. Nice theory, huh?
Charlie is walking. With his arms in the air--one up, one out. He usually does a step-shuffle thing. The Easter Bunny brought him some soft shoes so he can walk at the playground, but he's a little suspicious of those.
He has just removed all his sorting blocks from the sorter. A baby doll is in the sorter and the blocks are being dropped into our Oball. (It's about the size of a soccer ball.)
Nathan and I found a dollar bill folded up in the clean, wet diapers last night. He accused me of laundering money.
The Easter Bunny brought Lil'Nathan a baseball glove and ball (Joseph keeps calling it a golf glove) and Joseph 6 tennis balls. It has rained since Sunday. Joseph is very bummed out about that.
Last night for FHE we planted our garden. It is sitting, right now, on the kitchen table in a variety of containers. We planted zucchini, yellow squash, pumpkins, sunflowers (big and little), cucumbers, marigolds, morning glories, beans, peas, luffa, snapdragons, and popcorn. Yes, popcorn. Oh, and yes, luffa. Neat, huh? I think our landlord was/is afraid of our moving. He put some trellis up for our beans and peas and told Nathan about his "encounter" with our neighbor following last year's garden massacre. Plus, he keeps asking us, "So, uh, have you planted yet?" Fear not, Jim, we are getting there.
I'm having fun with the link button today.
Today Charlie has a "brain study" at the Children's Hospital. No worries, it is a research study for cognitive development through Harvard, but this lab just happens to be at the hospital. This study is on infants responses to facial emotional cues. Okay. I almost cancelled due to time constraints, but it just so happens that Daddy is in Boston today and we decided to visit him after the study and all come home together. (Maybe that way, they'll let him go on time. Four kids in an office often gets the office staff moving in your direction.)
Did that make any sense? The kids are fighting over balloons. And Charlie just dumped a box of broken crayons in the printer. --Bye!