Man do I not envy the delivery people this time of year. Things are crazy for them. I was just putting the child affected by cabin fever down for the night when the dog freaked out. A gift had arrived at our door; it was 7:30 pm. I think that is the latest I've received a package before. I am sure that some people are very grateful for the extra jobs created by the holiday gift shipping rush; for that I would be grateful as well. It is interesting to watch those who haven't done it much, though. I have a note on my door telling people not to ring the doorbell, but to knock instead. Most delivery people with experience just leave the package, especially if they hear the dog, with no knocking. I guess they realize that I have my own warning system in a twenty pound bundle of energy. Newbies set the package down and knock really loudly and then hang around for a bit to be sure they see me in the house before walking away...which I don't really understand because what are they going to do differently if I am not home? Also, this means that twenty pound bundle of energy attempts to expend all of his energy RIGHT THEN.
Cabin fever is absolutely real and it can affect even the smallest of individuals. The child had Hand, Foot and Mouth Disease (aren't you jealous?) this week. Apparently she was channeling some super hero who doesn't feel pain, though (Jenky, I'll leave it to you to tell me who that might be), because she never acted like anything was wrong. For those of you who are unaware, this disease (virus) causes open sores in the mouth and throat, blisters around the mouth, and small blisters (that usually don't pop and look like a rash) on the hands and feet. And usually with the very small, it causes a similar rash all over their behind. So yeah. I would be all wimpy if I got it, that is for sure. And this doesn't even take into account the fever, etc. that can come with it. Anyway, she just looked really icky this week (and still kinda does), but acted like things were cool, so there's a blessing for you.
Yeah. Christmas photos? Not until the creepy spots go away.
Where was I going? Oh, yes. Cabin fever.
Well. Combine the disease with the fact that Friday we had snow, and therefore we didn't get out a lot this week. Yes, snow in Houston. The world is ending.
We spent all of Thanksgiving week with people. The first part of the week we were together in Baltimore, and then we went to a far off land of no pavement and bonfires to visit with college friends at the end of the week. There was a lot of attention. This week, there has only been me. To say that she is getting tired of me would be an understatement. She does come over and snuggle with me a lot, though and I think that is because she is missing physical contact from others, including Rocket Man.
Where oh where is he? In the land of vodka, cabbage and potatoes. And cold as well as snow. Brrr.
She-child missed school on Wednesday due to the infestation on her mouth. We left the house today to return some items at a couple of stores and we had to drive through the neighborhood where her school is located. We pass through the area and continue on our way when I hear her saying her teacher's name over and over in the back seat. I can't wait to tell her on Monday; she should be pleased.
Talking is coming along splendidly. Um, except she speaks Andalucian English. What is that, you ask? Let me explain the Andalucian part, as I am sure you all know what I mean by English. Right? In Spain, Castilian is the official language. That would be espanol for all of you over here. Yes, it is different than central and southern American Spanish. As it should be; they are oceans apart. Within Spain, the southernmost region is called Andalucia. We lived in that region while we were there. The Andalucians have a way of shortening all of their words/phrases: they chop off the first part and the end of words/phrases and then smoosh whatever is left all together. This makes it difficult to understand, especially if you are not a native. Basically, this is what my child does when she attempts a phrase. She can say: "How are you doing" as well as "Where did it go?", among other things, but unless you are adept in hearing Andalucian English, it is difficult to catch. It reminds me of that game where you read the card, things are spelled out phonetically or they use different words to make up the correct phonetics for a phrase and the idea is to listen to one person read the card quickly and see if you can make out the mystery phrase...anyone know what that game is called?
Moving along.
She dances. By picking up her feet in this stompy kinda way and stomp/running all around the room. She will usually dance to the music, but occasionally she listens to the music, and when it stops she takes a little time to dance to it, then pushes whatever button to make it all happen again. It was so funny to watch her learn to pick up her feet.
Um, a video camera is on the Christmas list. One of those small ones that immediately loads online for viewing pleasure. So you can all see the dancing, of course.
Christmas presents are going to kill me. They will never be completely purchased/made/acquired/shipped. I am tempted to say you're all getting nothing, but that is no fun, so I'll just continue to slowly expire. Hopefully I will be unlike the advent candles of Rocket Man's past and make it past the 25th.
Happy Wedding to A and B!!! We wish we could be there!!! Blessings to you and your marriage!!!! Here are some extra exclamation points for you: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm out!
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