Huge gatherings of people, festivities with bright lights and banners, loud music, crashing noises, unfamiliar food - these spell disaster for my kids, especially for Ian. With all of the characteristics in one locale, it is certain to cause a major panic attack and/or meltdown.
The kids are really too young to be up late enough to enjoy the fireworks. Even if they could stay awake that late, the booming would scare them both. Perhaps next year we will watch them from a safe distance, say....3 or 4 miles?
Today we pretty much kept to our routine. The kids are currently beating their father on the Kung Fu mats in the living room. It has been raining off and on for the last couple of hours. Rain is enough novelty for one day. Both children were shocked to see water falling from the sky. I don't remember when we last saw that kind of moisture out of a shower.
No hot dogs or hamburgers for this group for dinner tonight. We're having fajitas made from the most delicious organically raised beef money can buy. I don't consider it a luxury to feed my family well, it is a necessity. This is food I know he will eat. And as a special treat, I made a white cake (with Rice Milk and apple sauce instead of the regular products Ian is allergic to) and put red, white and blue sprinkles on the top. Yee-haw!
Ian has just come into the room to inform me of the following:
Mom, guess what! "Rectal" does not mean "butt". It means "not making everyone sick". And it was on my first thermometer when I was a baby.
Some days I just don't try to analyze it. I just laugh and move on. I think it is time to make tortillas...or take someone's temperature...or something.
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