So I'm Facebook friends with one of the people that works at our daycare. She's great, I like her a lot. Her last status, however, mentioned something about "Mondays are rotten at work". I'm not sure how to feel about that. Is it my kids? Are my kids rotten on Mondays? I have to wonder.
We almost spent the entire day indoors today, it was very close, but at the last minute Lily seemed to get it in her head that we should go for a car ride, so go for a ride we did. Our reasoning for avoiding the out of doors was completely pragmatic: we were absolutely not going to the malls, there's no where else to take our kids, and we didn't want to risk exacerbating their illnesses (both are clinging to a nasty cough) by heading out for snow-based frivolity. Getting them sick two days before their first plane trip would be the pinnacle of dunderheadedness on our part.
But that's okay, because there is great fun to having a day inside. We could have kept them in their jammies all day, if not for the 2 cups of milk and half a banana Abby smeared on herself. The new kitchen set from Grandma and Grandpa got a whole lot of mileage.
Sometime around 5:15, Lily pointed at the door and said, "Car." This was repeated often and in ever increasing urgencies, until finally we got the point that the kid must have a little cabin fever. So we got them dressed and drove around the neighborhood looking at Christmas lights. "OOoohh!!" we said. They responded in kind. I think they had a good time.
Three days left before their very first plane ride! We're both nervous. Abby is in this interesting phase right now where she has a tantrum for nothing at all, and she is inconsolable during them. There is a collective, familial holding of the breath right now. We'll see what Wednesday brings.
Day three hundred and seven.
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