2. Yesterday Nat was asking about whether blood is composed of cells, and I realized that though we've thoroughly covered digestion we haven't done much about the circulatory system and practically nothing about the nervous system. I am all ashamed. He's six! I am an educational failure! It is something to look forward to, though- I'm picturing a really low-tech experiment with salt, lemon juice, sugar, some cotton swabs, and mapping tastebuds.
3. Today Miriam was pointing at the crucifix in our bedroom and gesturing urgently to be allowed to hug the figure of Christ, because she thought he looked sad. She was very put out that I wouldn't bring it down, but switched to quite urgently wanting to give him the large stuffed Winnie the Pooh she has, to make Jesus happy. It was adorable.
4. Geoff made Nathaniel's whole life by providing this for our Friday Lent dinner. Sadly, after experimenting Nat has discovered that he doesn't like fish fingers dipped in custard, although he likes both separately.
5. It went above freezing today. I celebrated by unsealing the back door and pretending it was spring.
|See how springlike it is outside?|
5. We are right now trying to get the kids to bed early because of the time change tomorrow night (which I hate). The boys are not impressed. I think they'll be even less impressed when I get them up early tomorrow and Sunday. The girls have been waking up at about four or four-thirty and nursing back to sleep. Tomorrow, if I can stand it, I will just get them up. By Sunday it will be waking up at five or five-thirty, which is ungodly, but it might help break them of the nursing and improve their sleep. Plus Geoff and the babysitter will be here in the morning, and I can probably go back to bed at nine.
6. There was a Facebook thing about dystopian music, and now I have this stuck in my head:
7. Tomorrow I can eat meat. I am always surprised by how compelling that is, every Lent. We eat a fair number of meatless meals, but the restriction always makes me really aware of my attachment to variety of choice. I don't necessarily want to eat meat on Friday, but the tiny, tiny amount of deprivation of control over my choices, and the tiny, miniscule amount of self-control required, really highlight why I am not in a Cistercian convent or something.
Bonus #8- Thomas left a chair in the kitchen on the counter on Monday morning, and when Geoff got down from showering we found this. Sorry it's blurry. That is butter plus toddlers. Thank God they didn't get up and reach the knives, but still. Argh.
Anyway, I have to go throw the boys back in bed again without killing any of them. Not any. And hope to go to bed very soon, to sleep for at least a few hours at a time. Blargh and goodnight..
ETA: Hey, if you're dropping by, and can think of ANYTHING reasonable to say, do drop me a comment. I continue to feel slightly lonely over in this corner of the internet.