A Harmonica, Wee Beasties and Birthday Preparation

We are still slowly emerging back to health around here.

I had a spurt of energy last night and decided it was time for "Operation Disenfect Wee Beasties". My Mission was to take them out in a blaze of bleach. No mercy. No wee beasties left behind to inhabit my nasal passage once again. Jeff was at City Council, the kids in bed so I went to work in the kitchen and bathrooms... then I ran out of steam and took a rest on the sofa. The rest of the cleaning will have to wait til today..don't try to hide beasties. I will find you..

Life is getting back to normal though. I was awoken this morning by pudge who was playing his "harmoneeeeca" in my ear. When I woke up he said" Mama up! yay I did it" clap clap..then he shuffled off in his old man jammies, his harmonica and a play laptop dragging behind. I love that boy. He makes me laugh all day. Such a special little pudge.

Miss Greta turns 6 years old next Monday. Which means talk of Birthday plans is in the air. She is having a split bday party with a classmate this weekend and then will bring cookies to class on Monday. She asked if Fieldin could come on Monday to help hand out cookies since her classmates think he's funny. Only rule is he can't eat all the cookies.. good luck with that.

Gret is becoming an amazing reader, I am baffled by what she can read and sound out. Jeff and I used to spell things out as secret parent code but we can't anymore, she knows what we are saying. "B-E-A-C-H... beach! Fieldin we are going to the beach quick get dressed... " or "R-E-S-T..No! I'm not taking a nap!" I think it is time Jeff and I try a little pig latin. I am so proud of Miss Greta, she has that endearing missing tooth grin, beautiful eyes that have turned the color of sea foam, she is sweet, a bit sensitive, so excitable, eager to learn. I love watching her and hearing her sing her "songs".

So with the negative of sickness, there is always a positive... which are, we have had time to slow down a bit. Hotel B is temporarely closed, we have started a little Easter decorating, I have been beat at Uno a bunch of times by card shark Greta, we have played scooby doo games, I've ignored chores and watched the bluebirds inhabit our bird boxes. I realize I like this pace of life. Slow, comfortable and relaxing. I guess the wee beasties were good for something...but now it's time for them to go.