This week has been quite a rollercoaster for me, and when I say “rollercoaster” I mean mostly the downhill part with the crushing G forces at the bottom. I shouldn’t go into detail here, but something happened this week to remind me how lucky I am to have two healthy kids, and that I shouldn’t take them for granted. In fact, you should go hug your kids right now. G’head, I’ll wait.
Andrew has become more aware of music over the last couple of weeks. A few months ago he didn’t want to sing at all, I think because he could tell he wasn’t very good at it. Lately he’s become less self-conscious and has started enjoying music again. One barometer of this is what we call the Jammy Song. As long as I can remember (which really means “Since at least last Thursday”), Elise has sung a mashup of Queen’s “Another Bites the Dust” and MC Hammer’s “Hammer Time” to signal bedtime, with the lyrics “Jammy Time!” used in place of Hammer Time. As a baby, Andrew would clap along. As a three-year-old, he didn’t even want us to sing it. Now, he’s singing along with us. I also bought him They Might Be Giants’ Here Come the ABCs DVD/CD combination, and after a single listening I caught him singing snippets of the lyrics to himself. His favorite seems to be “E Eats Everything”, although he’s doing a fair job with “Alphabet of Nations” as well.
I hate to mention this, for fear of jinxing it, but Maggie has slept through the night for the past three days. We seem to be past the worst of the teething – molars, for all their utility, are no fun to grow – and the stuffy nose that moved in a couple of weeks ago has packed up and moved on. In fact, we’re starting to get into the Halloween spirit. As you’ll see in the video below, the kitchen was possessed for a while on Saturday.