Today several fourth graders mistook Eden for a third grader. They were all amazed to learn that she is, in fact, a Kindergartner.
Archives for March 2009
Paul’s Facebook has contracted a terrible virus. In his name porn is being distributed to all his “Friends”. He became aware of the problem late Friday and tried to correct it yesterday to no avail. He can’t get into his account.
Last night at Torey and David’s we told them all about it, including the first e-mail he received alerting him to the situation. A friend of all of ours, who happens to attend church with Paul and me had opened Paul’s message with her kids at the computer.
They all got an eyeful.
I’m not sure she knew what to think. It was like she wanted him to know that – in future – she would prefer to pass on the porn, as if was just another annoying (and particularly offensive) forward on Facebook. Sort of, “Some of us don’t approve of that stuff” as if Paul does! Her closing line was, “Other than that, how’s the family?”
We all started laughing at the terrible ridiculousness of Paul sending porn to all his church friends.
This morning, as we were getting ready Paul asked, “So how many people do you bet come up today at church to tell me about Facebook?”
“You hope they’re coming up to you.” I said.
He thought for a moment.
“Good point.” He said.
The little girl pictured below is sick and has been for a couple days and – God help us – nights. Tending a vomiting child is never a delight especially in the middle of the night, when you’ve already changed the sheets, been pooped on, splattered with vomit and awakened several times. Every time Eden awoke I ran to her side, stroked her head, cleaned up the mess, tucked her back in and then – per her request – slid in beside her to stay until she fell asleep. Once her breathing deepened I would creep back to the comfort of my own bed until the next awakening, of which there were many.
Both nights Paul has been up for most of the rounds but last night I let him sleep through a couple. This morning he woke first, made coffee and then woke me with a fresh cup in one of my treasured jadeite cups. I was clutching it to my chest, waiting for it to cool when Eden climbed into bed beside me, wafting a vile smell. I held it up high while she snuggled in beside me. Paul returned with his own mug and the paper.
Once I was fully awake I began to sip my coffee and took a good look at him. Despite knowing that he had showered the morning before he looked like it had been days, maybe weeks. I commented on his appearance and tried to make an algebraic equation out of his lack of sleep directly proportional to the greasiness of his hair.
“If h = hours…” but that’s as far as I could get. We both began to laugh and I fell into his arms.
“And now Daddy and Mama are going to do some kissing, Eden,” I warned. All our kids are embarrassed by any public displays of their parents’ affection.
“Oh no!” She said and turned her head away. “Why do you have to kiss so much?”
“You wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for our kissing!” Paul and I said in unison.
“Other people don’t kiss as much as you do!”
“Who?” I demanded.
And then she named names.
“How do you know? You aren’t around them all the time?”
She conceded the point with her silence.