Well, nothing much new is happening around here except a mysterious virus. Kaity had a fever for 4-5 days that came and went, but that was her only symptom. She insisted she was fine the whole time, just tired. She's much better now. It hit Jeff harder -- he had a fever for a few days, along with aches. Joe has had a bit of a cough, but nothing else. I've been just fine.
Right now it's life as usual in our house. Kaity is doing handwriting -- cursive! Joe is on the couch "reading" Calvin and Hobbes. I'm thinking maybe I shouldn't let him get any ideas from Calvin! He comes up with enough on his own. A couple of weeks ago, I painted his room. He decided to "help" me. I thought I had secured the lid on the paint can -- of course not, not to a three-year old's standard anyway. He took the paint and poured it into the pan, put the roller together and rolled the bathtub blue. My friend Kelli was over and she said it sounded like a sitcom mom yelling her kid's name! He was alone (literally) for 5 minutes, for Pete's sake. The ironic thing is that while he was upstairs, I called him. "Joe, you had better not be in your room." He responded with something. A beat later, I said, "Come to the top of the stairs. I want to SEE you." Kelli laughed at me! I saw him and figured everything was fine. *Sigh* Anyway, he got paint dribbles and patches and splotches all over his carpet, naturally. It was definitely a "wait-til-your-father-gets-home" moment. For a few days afterward, Joe would randomly say, "I am not donna do dat adain."
Joe's Blue Room (the door leads to the attic)