sick

This lady has had a fever for the past seven days. It's been brutal. Not a high fever, but enough to make her really uncomfortable and sad. And be awake more than she already is, which is just crazy to think about.



Her thoughtful big brother wrote her this note:



Oh, my heart.

read it and meep

A few weeks ago, Julian and I finished reading the Harry Potter series. Meaning, I read all seven books aloud because he's only six and novels are too big for independent reading for him still. Whew! I've read a lot of books, but never that many aloud before. We did the same thing with all The Borrowers books and I have to admit that I loved every bit of it.

It was so great to have that time with Julian where we both got so immersed in a story that we would end up spending dinner time talking about it. He would sit and listen for sometimes an hour at a time and every once in a while I'd glance up and see the little wheels spinning behind his eyes. Sometimes he would pull out some paper and draw what was happening in the story as we read it, and show me his work after we had finished a chapter. His vocabulary has expanded to include regional (England) words as well as ones from different time periods (the early 1900s).

We both got so obsessed with the Harry Potter books that I would spend time in the evenings after he went to bed and look up interviews with J.K. Rowling, and find out extra things that the books didn't really talk about. For example, that Dumbledore was gay. When I told Julian, he said, "Really? That makes sense." I love that boy. We've both become total dorks and will make comments about how an Invisibility Cloak would come in handy sometimes, and he wants to open a joke shop like Fred & George Weasley.

Tonight, after I put him to bed, I caught him sneaking down the dark hallway in his pajamas, a black ski hat, black gloves, and holding his wand. What was he doing? Prowling around, hoping to cast a spell on someone?

This past week, we started a new series, the Percy Jackson books and Julian's already hooked. I should also mention that Audrey has been present for the reading of all these books, whether in my belly (all of The Borrowers, and a little of Harry Potter) or out here in the world. She's hearing it, and words are sinking their way into her grey matter while she sleeps on my lap.

What books are you reading, even if it's not out loud to a kid, and just for yourself?

seven months

Look who turned 7 months old already! Truthfully, she was 7 months on the 27th of last month, but I'm slow with the blogging lately. I dressed her in a puffy Seinfeld pirate shirt for this occasion.


Obviously, I don't have awesome photoshop skills, because if I did, there would be no 7 months index card, and no eating of said index card. I think it's kind of adorable though. (Jeez. Do you think I put enough commas into that sentence? I am such a comma abuser.)



Sleep at the Wilson house has been scarce these days and I find that it's a feat just to get a shower on most days. Audrey is already a baby who never sleeps. But yesterday, after a particularly rough night, I was tickling her on the floor under the skylight in our living room. And when I looked inside her mouth, I could see two tiny white nubs of teeth that haven't even pushed through the surface of her gums yet. Poor lady, with her achy gums.

Doesn't it seem really unfair to have to go through that as people? Especially very tiny people? We all have had these sharp little teeth rip through our pristine sealed gum surface. And then all those teeth that you went through so much pain to grow in eventually fall out and you have to grow new ones in. Then that's your last set. You'd better take care of them, even though you get some of your adult teeth when you're only 6. That just seems wonky to me. I want a new set of teeth. A third set, that will be sparkly white and last me through my later years. Sharks have no idea how good they've got it.