Hi, folks. I won’t be posting or reading for a few days or longer. Off on that trip to D.C., now that Benjamin’s antibiotics have kicked in. But, a few updates:
— The unpacking is going as well as can be expected.
— The boys love the house.
— The new neighbors seem very nice. The ones across the street even invited us over for a lunch in honor of a rather minor Jewish holiday today. The boys and I came late, due to a playdate, and I realized my error as I headed to the backyard where the gathering was. There, playing near the little fountain, was a child about Zachary’s age, fully outfitted in yarmulke and fringe. The men gathered around the table all had their heads covered, and the women were all in skirts covering their knees. Me? I was in maternity shorts. Graciously, no one said a word, and the kids played together without any idea something was different. Awkwardly, I left as soon as possible, fearing my bare legs were creating havoc with their religious sensibilities.
— Later this evening, I found Zach hanging Mardi Gras beads from his shorts’ waistband, a grotesque version of fringe if ever there was one.
— Thank you to all for the bunk bed ideas. Unfortunately, given allergies, sheets must be changed regularly, and we have to use sheets. Due to wetting through the pull-up, it often happens when my husband is not here (which lately is all the fucking time). My mother-in-law, my most faithful blog reader, told me tonight that the sheet-dilemma is PRECISELY why no one ever slept on the top bunk of those beds.
— You need to go HERE and buy one of these t-shirts, inspired in part by my posts on boys and pink. You know I am getting one of each.
Please don’t worry if I am absent from my blog or yours for as much as a week. I’ll be back.