Reserve judgement: this morning, Katrina cried out at 6:20am. I got up to check her and found her door closed (we keep it open at night so her room doesn't get too cold). The boys' door was open (and it's closed at night). Gabriel was asleep, Julian...missing. Hmm. I quietly opened Katrina's door, and there was Julian, with his arm inside the crib, poking at Katrina. He'd gone into her room, closed her door, and now was trying to wake my sick baby. Where's that balcony?! I still want to strangle him when I think of that.
Perfect day for photos, overcast and rainy. Now if only the subjects would cooperate.
Mom and I took the boys to the Y this morning, where we attended a "sculpt" class. I'd never been to it and had no idea what to do. We asked a few clueless questions of the woman setting up next to us, who, as it turns out, didn't speak English well -- no surprise in Cupertino. But surprise -- she spoke French!
After the class and retrieving the boys, we collected acorns and then tried a photo session, but Julian wouldn't cooperate. And didn't fall for the usual "OK, no Julian in the picture" reverse psychology. And, he's been insisting on wearing his coat, hood and all, all day long, which makes for awful pictures.
But he was too interested in looking at Gabriel's Snap Circuits with Bonne Maman to object to this.
Bonne Maman had a fun project to do with the boys: she got us appliance-poor Doudnas a citrus juicer. To East Coasters, if you have an abundant orange tree in your front yard, it's criminal not to have a citrus juicer. The boys had a great time making OJ, though our oranges are not at their sweetest.
We never got to do a family birthday party for Gabriel on his birthday, as he and I went to the airport instead to pick up family. So, tonight we did a little cake and candle and opened birthday gifts.
Earlier in the day, I managed to find a moment in which all three kids were in decent shape and willing to take a photo. Not easy to pry Julian's hood off though! Katrina put up with this for only a few minutes, but it was just long enough to get something.
Katrina was still sick today, and not just sick, but really unhappy. Whatever's bothering her is in her lungs now, and she truly just can't scream at all. We've been giving her these breathing treatments, and they seem to help, but she still spends much of her time at home crying, and not eating. She did surprisingly well when Mom and I took her and the boys out to Diddam's and grocery shopping: her eyes cleared up, skin un-blotched, she smiled and made cute baby sounds and had a good time. Back indoors, right back to crying.
Poor thing, she's so uncomfortable. It's eerie, she's like a different person. I'm looking forward to my ornery, testy, demanding, screaming baby coming back!
2/2/08
1 comment:
Poor Katrina...and poor you! I know just what you're going through. It sounds a lot like what Jack had a couple of weeks ago, and I hear that it's really going around. I hope she feels better soon! Happy Birthday Gabriel! Oh, and the poking...the jacket wearing...sounds a lot like another (almost) 4 year old I know. They are just so quirky and pesky, aren't they?
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