The Daffodils have finally bloomed! Spring is coming! Maybe there won't be anymore snow after all! Ha! What a foolish thought!
Another of Aleks' drawings, which was of Darth Vader and a light saber, hangs on the baord which announces the coffees of the day and Marta, Marcy, Felicia, and Heather all informed us (several times) of how customers ask everyday what the drawing is and ooh and ahh over it. As well they should, as my child is an artistic genius. For now.
Sadly, the wonderful day did not last. Jon and I took the opportunity of having a free babysitter in town to go out with friends. First we went out for Ethiopian. I'd only had Ethiopian once before and found it to be like Indian, but not as good, and seeing as it took me years to be adventurous enough to love Indian, I wrote it off as a lackluster experience I wasn't anxious to repeat. Nonetheless, I found myself in an Ethiopian restaurant.
The dinner was quite good, as it turned out, but when we came out, our passenger window was smashed, our car stereo stolen, and the panel holding it was all jacked up. This happened to us once before with our previous car (before it was crushed by a semi), just after I'd found out I was pregnant with Aleks. This time, rather than feeling overwhelmed with the hormones of new pregnancy and thinking that my poverty and my pregnancy and this theft were all too much to deal with, we remained quite sensible and simply swept out the glass and drove home. I rode with our friends, Jay and Anna, to avoid having to sit on glass.
We parked the car in the garage to avoid prying eyes and walked up to La Cave du Vin for after-dinner drinks and to see practically all of our friends. After lamenting about our car for a bit (and the loss of one of my excellent mix CDs by Heather T. that was inside the stereo), we got into a groove and began to enjoy ourselves. Then the phone rang and Natty announced that Bastian was puking. Home again, home again...
At home, I got into jammies and laid beside Bastian on towels with a bucket. We both slept for a bit. After about an hour, I awoke with chills. We spent the entire night getting very little sleep. Bastian threw up about every hour or so and I tried to contain it all while suffering from aches, chills, nausea and dizziness myself. By ten a.m., he threw up for the last time and went off to play while I crashed and spent the whole day which was set aside for taxes sleeping and drinking tea.
These things come in threes, they say...
3 comments:
Sorry to hear about the pukies..my most un-favourite malady...
Those growing things?ACK! We have been blessed with several of those in dinosaur form....they are most WRETCHED..(to me - I'm a texture person..the kids love 'em). *shudder*
Love the avant garde photography, and the mobiles are great!
Oh dear that last comment was meant for the art day post. Sounds like you had an eventful nothin' to do saturday.
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