Friday, February 19, 2010
Ladysmith Black Mambazo
We saw these guys at Jesse Auditorium on Tuesday. I bought the CD in the lobby and now Peyton falls asleep to it every night--it's way better than the fisher price lullaby CD we used to use. Even the sad songs they sing are pretty enough you forget they're about sad things. LBM put on a show for 4th and 5th grade school kids the day after their concert that Mason got to go to, so he was able to see the show twice, once on the state's dime, and he liked it both times. Imagine, Mason enjoyed being exposed to new and different cultural things--what's next, a request for broccoli at dinner? If you get the chance and are bored at work, search You Tube for LBM and listen to some of their work. They don't need Paul Simon, he needs them!
Friday, February 12, 2010
In sickness and health
If random sickness presents itself, Monte, Stephen and Peyton will get it. Mason and I seem to avoid most itinerate crud, with the last notable exception being the weekend of LTC in Kansas City last year. Mason did the whole day of speechmaking and puppeteering and dramatic interpretation, only to throw up in the back seat of the van on the way to our celebratory dinner.
But for the most part Mace and I escape while the other three succumb. In particular, Peyton gets everything but bounces back immediately while Stephen gets fewer things but his illnesses last longer than that ridiculous energizer bunny ad campaign. It's been 20 years people, give the rabbit a rest.
Right now he's upstairs in bed at his own request. Today at 2:45 p.m. his whole class will have a Valentine's party that would make some family Christmases pale in comparason. There will be candy, trinkets, books, festive craft creations and most probably the holy grail of all parties itself, RED koolaid, which you can never ever EVER have at home for fear of testing the limits of your resolve. (Yes, I mean both the carpet cleaner AND my ability to mentally deal with the stains.) Ahhh, red koolaid! Nectar of the gods. And my kid is missing it because he spent all day yesterday throwing up, and then a big portion of the night last night crying and throwing up. This morning when I went to wake him he said "Mom, I need to stay in bed please."
Wow. Ever had a seven year old offer to stay in bed? Even suggest it as a possiblity? How about on a party and video game day? You bet your bippy you haven't. It doesn't happen, ever, to anyone. Poor little guy.
I'm just keeping my fingers crossed that Mason doesn't get sick before his basketball game on Saturday. Or during. Holy cow that would be worse than the van vomit, and it was MY van.
But for the most part Mace and I escape while the other three succumb. In particular, Peyton gets everything but bounces back immediately while Stephen gets fewer things but his illnesses last longer than that ridiculous energizer bunny ad campaign. It's been 20 years people, give the rabbit a rest.
Right now he's upstairs in bed at his own request. Today at 2:45 p.m. his whole class will have a Valentine's party that would make some family Christmases pale in comparason. There will be candy, trinkets, books, festive craft creations and most probably the holy grail of all parties itself, RED koolaid, which you can never ever EVER have at home for fear of testing the limits of your resolve. (Yes, I mean both the carpet cleaner AND my ability to mentally deal with the stains.) Ahhh, red koolaid! Nectar of the gods. And my kid is missing it because he spent all day yesterday throwing up, and then a big portion of the night last night crying and throwing up. This morning when I went to wake him he said "Mom, I need to stay in bed please."
Wow. Ever had a seven year old offer to stay in bed? Even suggest it as a possiblity? How about on a party and video game day? You bet your bippy you haven't. It doesn't happen, ever, to anyone. Poor little guy.
I'm just keeping my fingers crossed that Mason doesn't get sick before his basketball game on Saturday. Or during. Holy cow that would be worse than the van vomit, and it was MY van.
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