a milder Mardi Gras

I'm not sure why I'm experiencing such a downturn in my health lately. Today, the first day I've been able to breathe through my nose in a month, I had a migraine. I missed preschool, but Dennis got to go. When asked about his day, he recited "Baa Baa Black Sheep" (the nursery rhyme they heard today--it's nursery rhyme month) and then said he got tired from singing too many songs in music class.

At home, he read a new BOB book to me, one he'd not read before, and he sounded out the unfamiliar words! I think this qualifies as actual reading, doesn't it? I'm so proud! He also learned how to sharpen pencils in an electronic sharpener, something he thought was extremely cool (hey, even I still think it's cool!). He used his newly sharpened pencil to finish a preschool workbook with no trouble at all.

There were weird comments, of course. I had a difficult time getting him to hurry and get in the car to pick up his Daddy for lunch break. He couldn't find the shoes he wanted, so I scooped him up barefoot and carried him to the car--he protested mightily. I told him it'd be fun, that he could stick his toes out the window or something. He spied his Crocs on the seat next to him and quickly put them on. I didn't think any more about it until we got home and he said later "if I had put my toes out the window, my feet might have gotten cut off and that would have been bad." I asked him if he knew anyone that had their feet cut off and he said "well, Brody did a couple of times, but they sewed them back on" (Brody is a classmate, one who has 2 feet). I asked him to think hard and he said "Uncle Denny did! I hope he grows some more." I mentioned the "robot feet" and Dennis said "but those don't have any toes, and Uncle Denny needs toes. Can we get him some toes?". I just looked at him while he took a breath and then said "I know! We can get him some WITCH toes!". I was confused, of course, until he walked across the room and picked up a Halloween witch fingertip and put it on and wiggled it at me. I wonder if he'll have me shopping for fake toes this Halloween so that we can give them to Uncle Denny!

We have done no Mardi Gras celebrating other than to finish off the king cake we had in the kitchen. I had more to say, but Dennis has just called me from his cell phone (from his bed) 4 times, and I can't answer without losing everything I've typed (learned that the hard way). And now he's left a voicemail, which I'm sure will be hilarious. Happy Mardi Gras! It looks like we will soon be a 2 car family again, thank goodness, just some minor work left to do!