It's been an interesting week: 4 year old was diagnosed with a chest infection after weeks of coughing and put on antibiotics/pure morphine drops (which she enjoyed). Baby being insufferable but by all accounts not all that sick; have bottle of baby antibiotics at the ready just in case anyway. Halloween was a kind of washout, as K was too sick to trick or treat. As a result we were stuck at home with insufficient candy and a crooked pumpkin. Her little friends on the street brought her a selection from their stashes, though, so she made out OK. My neon orange wig was a hit, I think. No one asked what I was supposed to be. I guess if you are wearing jogging shoes, spitup-stained pants and a baby strapped to your chest people assume the worst. After the candy rush we drove to Sligo, the Ireland of the misty dreams and postcards. See for yourself - the drive, (unphotographed) was surreal and magical due to the fireworks and bonfires everyone sets here on the night. It was like driving through hyperspace. Wild.
Also, I think I may have gone mad - two reasons:
- started book club (first meeting tomorrow - will it be a wine-and-good-times or tea-and-scones type of affair?)
- have sensation that I want two more babies (why?)
Happy Halloween -
1 comment:
Wow! it really does look magical! Magical and maybe just a tad bit creepy in the sense that your husband is looking more and more like your brother. But i mean that as a compliment, of course!
BTW: Spitup on the pants? So he started spitting-up then? Again, wow!
i should send you some pictures of Peter and i on Halloween.... i was a nurse and he was SUPPOSED to be my wounded patient, per previous agreement, although when it came right down to it he insisted to everyone that he was a mummy because well, a dozen rolls of toilet paper really IS that versatile.
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