Tunes, Transactions, Trucks, and Tummyaches

Here's a picture from the music session eaw and mtw held on mother's day - eaw continues to love music, new sounds, and the whole cause-and-effect deal. We had our last parent-and-me music class for the spring session today. eaw is very social and interactive in this setting, and has started imitating all the gestures in the songs that we sing. He especially loves rhythm sticks and tambourines - we've got to get him a drum set. It's been a long ten days since mother's day, and I have experienced the reality check mother's day, but am still fully satisfied. On Wednesday, we closed the house sale at New Queen. It still feels like a big loss. I hope the house serves its next owner as well as it served us.

On Friday, I experienced my first vomiting episode with eaw this past weekend. He got sick as soon as we stepped in the house from dropping mtw off at the airport - that's right - mtw missed it all. After the umpteenth phone call to Dr. Grandpa, futile attempts to push pedialyte, many baths, and as many loads of laundry, eaw settled down for the night. I thought he was better on Saturday morning, so dragged him to the dmv to register the car, and then stopped by a neighborhood event called "Touch-a-Truck." We will have to return under better conditions because it was awesome - firetrucks, bomb squad gear, ambulances, police cars, helicopters, cement trucks, cranes, tractors - all up close and personal. The kids are encouraged to touch, climb in/around, push horns, sound sirens, the works! eaw enjoyed himself although I could tell he was fading fast. We stayed only 20 minutes, and made it home just in time for him to get sick again. Poor little boy! By evening, he was pretty spent. Unfortunately, by evening, I was fully sick as well. I had to dig deep to get through Sunday. mtw was supportive from afar (he had a wonderful weekend in Philly playing at the Italian Market Festival - maybe he'll post some details for us), but we missed him sorely. eaw was a trooper on Sunday, coming up to lie next to me and letting me lie like a lump for most of the day. The dogs dragged us around the block a few times, and we somehow survived the day. The whole experience made me feel really isolated here - honestly, there was no one I could call to ask for help. I hope that improves over time. Dr. Grandpa received the brunt of it all, being the assist by proxy. I should probably chip in a little for his phone bill this month - thanks dad. We are on the upswing, smiles intact, although we are still eating mostly toast.