It’s Not All Mary Poppins

… and on …

The plague continues unabated. Well, partially abated. The children are recovering nicely. Nary a nose needed to be wiped, for full half-hours at a stretch!

Mine, however, demands attention every minute or two.

The children’s energy levels have also picked up well. No more solemn tots, blinking from a corner of the couch. More’s the pity. No, they’re all charging around like mad fiends, hopping, skipping, galloping, giggling. I’m the one blinking from a corner of the couch.

This is not to say that the children are being ignored! Far from it! Because I can’t get away, can I? They are there, bounding around, and there I am, blinking, too weak to fend them off. I have wrapped 400 dollies in receiving blankets this afternoon. Well, okay, so it was THREE dollies. One hundred and thirty-three times each. I have read 700 stories. I have sung croaked sung 200 songs.

They are not being ignored. Oh, no. Nor am I. Booo.

I discovered that if Anna is trying to climb up the other couch, rather than haul my weary butt off my couch to lift her, I can instead reach out with one foot and give her padded butt a poke to help her up over the cushion. That was so much fun that she abandoned her efforts to scale the couch and instead stood leaning against the couch so that I could continue to prod her in the small of the back with my toes. And THAT was so much fun that soon there were three of them lined up for the privilege.

“Kick me with your foot next, Mary! Me, me!!”

I can hardly wait till they tell their mommies and daddies what fun games they played at Mary’s house today.

January 21, 2008 Posted by | health and safety | 4 Comments