Okay, that was a little dramatic. We all have colds and don't feel well, but I'm not sure that qualifies as 'stricken.'
In other news, Ethan is measuring for new doors. I'm not sure what this means.
Last weekend, Laurel brought home 2 guinea pigs named Cow and Sweet Potato. They belong to one of the PEGS teachers — she keeps them in the classroom. We were charged with caring for them over the weekend. They managed to survive, despite our best efforts to the contrary:
On Monday, I returned to work full-time and Ethan had his first day of preschool. He handled it with his typical grace and aplomb:
On Thursday, Ethan was particularly picky, rejecting several offered breakfasts in favor of an onion bagel:
On Friday, Greg and I were thrilled to become an uncle and aunt for the first time. I haven't been able to hold her yet, but I'm longing to do so:
Little wonder I've had no time for blogging!
Michelle would no doubt do a much better job blogging about this momentous occasion, but alas she is unavailable. My little sister had her baby this morning. Both mom and baby are doing well.
Lydia has arrived, here are the stats:
19.5 inches long (I believe)
Here are a couple pictures, standby for more.
Today I received a call from Ethan's preschool. The nurse told me that all of a sudden Ethan stood up, turned around, and blood was running down the back of his head. Sure enough, he split his head open. The wound was only 1 cm long, but it was gaping, and she wasn't certain if it needed a stitch.
Fortunately, this happened during work hours (unusual for our family). Unsure whether this required stitch(es), Greg stopped by the pediatrician's office on the way home so the doc could have a quick gander at it. Although the nurse thought it needed a staple, the doc thought he'd be okay with some peroxide and some Neosporin. So that's what we did.
Due to his injury, Ethan has enjoyed 3 sticks of string cheese this evening. Three. Now that's love.
Today, we had some firsts.
Ethan had his first day of preschool. He cried the entire trip there, but as soon as we pulled into the lot he realized where we were and started shouting his gibberish he uses when he's all excited. After the initial crying jag in the car, everything went swimmingly. He didn't care that I left and gave me a kiss goodbye. He actually napped for 1.5 hours (I was sure he wouldn't). He played and shared, my god he shared, with a classmate. He played in the sandbox and on the toddler playground. He played with cars and stamps and Play-Doh and ate tater tots, peaches, and milk for lunch. Rumor has it he had an overall great first day. Laurel and I arrived to pick him up and he kissed me again, all excited about wearing his backpack home.
Laurel had her first day of after-school care in the new district. She doesn't have much to report. What else is new?
And I had my first day back at work. Everyone was very welcoming, and after two weeks of worry I had to admit was nice being back. I really wasn't sure how I would feel. I thought I might miss Ethan or wonder if he missed me. I wasn't worried about Laurel — she's old hat at this stuff. My friend Liz brought me a rose and card, and Greg sent me a big bouquet. I got to go out to lunch, even! The day flew by. The commute home, however, sucked. I'm hoping I'll find a better route (there are many options).
Today was also Greg's first day without us stomping around upstairs. I don't know how his day went — we've been too busy eating, dealing with Laurel's schoolwork, and bathing Ethan to have much chance to speak. He e-mailed me and said it was very quiet…I'm thinking that's a good thing.
I wish I had something witty to say, but I'm just too tired, owing in part to being up much of the night last night — jitters, you know!