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Thursday, September 25, 2003

mostly about children

Yesterday my 3-year-old daughter (I have to use that phrase as often as I can this week, since next Tuesday she will leave 3 behind forever and be 4, leaving me to NEVER AGAIN HAVE A THREE-YEAR-OLD, which I won't dwell on lest I dissolve into tears) came down with my sinus whatever. Fortunately for her, it doesn't seem to be causing her any pain, just a really really runny nose, and the cutest symptom of any childhood illness: that croaky, squeaky voice. I swear if I had the capability to do so I would upload a .wav file of it here, and you all could listen.


OK, I couldn't resist. Here it is. (I told her to think of something she had memorized and just recite it. This is her own unrehearsed performance).


As soon as she started talking like that yesterday, I began preparing mentally for a croup attack in the middle of the night. This has always been a sure warning before. Thankfully, however, it would appear that as well as being on the very brink of no longer having a three-year-old, I have also passed the threshold into a world where neither of my children is young enough to have croup. That is definitely a plus. Now if people could just grow out of the need to have their noses tended to every thirty-five seconds or so.



This is one of those school days that doesn't feel particularly stressful, but it is taking way, way longer than ordinary. LT is just dawdling along, taking about three hours to do about an hour's worth of work. Hey, if he wants to be at the kitchen table doing school all day, I suppose that's up to him... at least that's my current mood. However, if he continues squeaking his chair I may send him to someone else's kitchen table to do it. ahem. He has just asked me to turn off my music (goodbye, Roxette) because it is "a great distraction." "Great" as in "large," as in some Regency-era novel. Good heavens, this is really real; my son talks like a homeschooler.

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