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childhood disease and the never-ending stories about school drop offs. [31 Aug 2011|09:53am]
last night, as i had literally just finished emailing violet's teacher to say she's feeling better after a monday of rough fever and sleeping during the day but not at night, i parsed together the fact that the mosquito bite on her belly and the diaper rash looked rather similar and there was a light smattering of spots on her feet. regardless. she seems to be feeling aces today. which is relief considering we spent most of the time between 3:30pm and 8:00pm yesterday involved in bouts of extreme fussiness and incredible tears. which i thought was from being cranky. turns out there were mouth sores erupting. how do you like that.

i diagnosed her as a recipient of the hand, foot, and mouth disease and reckoned she had received it during that last day of summer soiree at the galleria playland monday a week ago. i have conferred with the representatives of studied medical professionals to bring her in for an official evaluation at 10:45am. see you next monday, school. there goes my childfree grocery shopping and trips to the Y for the week.

oliver went into his classroom yesterday. he is trying to, and succeeding with!, instituting a morning garden walk on every day before school ever. we met andrea and maya out in the garden. apparently, maya also has a daily walk in the garden... no matter the weather. i fear this will soon be my life. she said, "wear a sweater."

this is probably good for me. to slow down and look at a lovely garden. this is obvious because i am bridling at the prospect of slowing down and looking at a lovely garden. with my beautiful and talented children. one of which has magically started figuring out the alphabet. i suppose fairies whisper letters to her at night. which explains why she always wakes up at 1am, freaking out.

anyway. the transference of the yellow boots from home to school and school to home has reached daily proportions. whatever gets him through the moment. today, he started to cling on our way back in from the garden and i said, "whelp! let's get on in there to mrs barrineau's room! where is mrs barrineau? look! there she is! yes... let's go shake mrs barrineau's hand!" and his teacher's name is mrs bailey, you see. and he went from pushing against me to pulling my hand toward his classroom, indicating mrs bailey's room was preferable to mrs barrineau's room, nothing against mrs barrineau, and he zipped right in. i feel kind of bad about not giving him proper, hug-filled goodbyes. but i would feel worse giving him clinging to my legs and crying goodbyes. oh yes.

oliver tried to wear his green wood hare krishna bracelet around his ankle into school today. almost snuck it right by me until i was helping him slide out of the floor of the car and on to the parking lot. no jewelry allowed!
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november 2010: aunt imo and the horses. [31 Aug 2011|01:44pm]
last november, yea so many ages ago, shit almost a year ago, brian's aunt imo made her almost annual flight from phoenix to oklahoma. she spends one night, if she's lucky, in okc with his brother, daniel. and then two weeks with aunt dixie and uncle howard out in the stickiest of sticks near small, ok. or little, ok. some place like that.

this year, we drove up on a friday night, arrived late, and i settled in to work for a bit before we tumbled into bedding for a very unpleasant sleep. the next day, we drove to the sticks and, for once, did not dine at the catfish round up and rv park. i just honestly don't know what on earth we did.

oliver was spending some pretty serious time as the world's saddest boy from the moment we got there. an incredible funk. we said our hellos and then we all walked across the front lawn and through this gorgeous old turn stile, that oliver wouldn't let me take his photo with, and into horse pasture number one. the most stunning horses came rolling up from pasture number two when uncle howard banged on a pot, or something that indicated he was passing out horse foods. these were just big, old horse beasts, like they had stepped straight off a black backgrounded blanket with a picture of horses and eagles on it, purchased from a truck stop in colorado.

they were a little intimidating, especially when your mother instinct is on and your little children are in the path. oliver was not wanting anything to do with them. i was worried it was one of those things where he really wanted to, but was being held back by whatever unnamed force and would later be super sorry for no horse pettings.

the horses got a little horsey and threw their manes and bounced a bit and we got the hell back through the turn stile. where i tricked oliver into letting me take the saddest photo of him.

then it was time to bring out uncle howard's newest to him horse. it was older and gentle and he took it off someone's hands. mason rode the horse, but oliver flat out refused to even pet it. nothing doing. wouldn't pet, wouldn't talk. just sulked. meanwhile, violet was all over that horse. yanking his nose. poking his eyes. she was in love.

i am aghast that i cannot remember if i rode the horse. i'm thinking i didn't, but for the life of me, i can't figure out why not. and i guess brian didn't either. what on earth were we doing?

we went inside and at some point, oliver agreed he would like to rest on a bed and that was the first time he ever told me his brain hurt. just when i thought he was going to throw up straight into my face, he turned on the oliver charm and we went back out to the crowd. i finally got him to admit he wanted to check out that horse and uncle howard and oliver and i got in this golf cart thing and went out to get the mail and we put mason in the trunk of it and stopped by the horse pen. uncle howard just up and climbed right over the fence like he was in the cirque du soleil and i handed oliver over to him and oliver pet the horse.

at some point, i walked with mason and oliver to the back pasture and there were those magnificent horses and they were just out there posing in front of these sunbeams and my jaw dropped off my face and was buried in the wild grasses. mason kept on walking toward them, despite my protestations and the fact that they were only behind a fake fence. it was only there for them to pose behind. and they were starting to scoot around the end of it and toward us. these were younger, less domesticated horses. the blood of wild mustangs squirting through their dispositions. mason was also making some kind of noise to irritate the horses and i was like, "really? do you want to be trampled?"

at some point, he finally stopped and retreated. perhaps i turned on the mom. we started back the other way and ran into bridget, brian, imo, and kinsleigh and the little kids had a grand time searching for pecans in the grass.


you can bet there are a lot of photos. there were horses involved along with my children.Collapse )
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lilting ocean life. [31 Aug 2011|04:23pm]
on the way home from school, oliver told me he ate cow's cheese over almond cheeze today because he wanted to cheese he could string. which led to a discussion. he decided somewhere in there that an icky thing that might be inside an animal would be tentacles. but there are only tentacles on an octupus or squid.

my point is that he then mentioned perm whales. PERM WHALES.
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