Short and Sweet

Michael has his first email account, complete with occasional spam (which is new and confusing still to Michael). Michael's grandpa Gordy told me that he asked Michael a number of questions in an email (e.g., how was your field trip, what book are you currently reading, are you feeling better). The last question in this particular email was "Does Spencer have an email address too?" Michael's emailed response to the entire email was the somewhat terse and enigmatic, "No." Michael and I had a little talk about email etiquette and I think he got it. I recently emailed Michael and asked a number of questions. No, it was not a test. I asked, "How are you? Will you be playing in the snow today? Is it the kind that is good for making snowballs? I hope you have a nice weekend. Tell Spencer 'hi' from me and that I love him. I love you. Mom." I received this response "Good and I do not know and the snow is bad for packing and you too and I will tell Spencer." I was pleased to see that he took my advice. Now it may be time to talk with him about punctuation.

I Want This Night to End

About an hour after I put the boys to bed on Friday, I heard the sound of little feet running across the floor. I found poor Michael lying on the floor of the bathroom. He was crying and had been sick. I got him clean and changed his sheets and got him settled again in bed. He was sick numerous (read that as eleven) times during the night. Poor kid. At some point, Spencer was woken up too. We all agreed that we wanted that night to end. We spent the next two days doing nothing. By Sunday evening, Michael felt great. Monday morning came and I was in the bathroom getting ready for work. Spencer joined me in the bathroom to tell me that he ate too much on Sunday and that it is giving him a stomach ache now. I suggested perhaps that he was sick. Nope. He just ate too much on Sunday. He threw up within 30 seconds of that comment. He recovered quickly though and was back at school on Tuesday insisting that he had not been sick, that "it was just the stomach flu." Which, somehow in his mind, is different from being sick. I got sick Wednesday. It was miserable. We are all better now.

My Birthday

My birthday is approaching. As usual, I am excited. I cannot help but recall that the boys suggested months ago that I should get bananas foster for my birthday. But (alas) they have not reiterated this (very sweet) idea during what I refer to as my "birthday month." At any rate, my birthday falls mid-week. I thought it would be nice to celebrate with the boys, but I do not want to make myself dinner on my birthday. Spencer confirmed that they cannot cook dinner for me unless I want cereal (I did not quibble with him about the definition of "cook"). We will likely go out for dinner or I will bring home some take out. I have not yet determined which restaurant is appropriate for this very special birthday. Spencer happened across some old invitations which I was putting into recycling. He promptly began filling out an invitation (to nobody in particular) for my birthday. When he got to the location section he paused to consider the options. He began listing possibilities and then eliminating them for one reason or another. One restaurant was not special enough. One is kind of boring because we eat there too much. Another restaurant is good for everyone except me, because I do not really like the food. He is sweet and perceptive, but we still need to select a restaurant.