It’s a Shada. I mean the Amaryllis.
A Bromeliad with tadpoles from a from a frog.
A daffodil. I mean a daisy.
A Rainbow Tada
Oh Mama, did you forget this? Ooh this one. I think I made it in art class right? Oh, you have tho see this cute little birdy to hang on the Christmas tree. I know where this one’s from, Peru. I made this at art class too, a gingerbread. It’s like raruraru. Mom, I found some thing and it’s Jesus and it’s made out of crystals. Look what I found, an Angel. She’s going to be high in the sky like a real Angel. A hedgehog! A flower! Who did I get these from?
I’m going to hang it up; it’s beautiful. Look it, it’s like a real Christmas tree. Look at its star!
Can I hang this one up? Oh no, it broke an ear! And a leg too. Look at it, would you just look at it? I’ll hang this on top. How do you get this thing in? Maybe you put it like that. I’ll do it after. Now I’m going to look in the bag. I found a ruby crystal bird!
How ’bout that, mom? I’m going to put it where every single one can see it. What’s a feather doing in there? Look, it’s like a real Angel.
This is my too big pile. We must be very careful with this careful too big pile. Delicate.
All we have to do to fix it is glue the feather back on. Did you forget all about these elves? Oh, our cute nutcracker… I think it’s mine, it must be. I’m going to put it with the big one. I get it, the little one is mine and the big one is daddy’s.
Look, I can make all different kinds of green. I just put the blue first and then I put the green. I can make all different kinds of colors. This is not my favorite color- this is my favorite color. Ah, I can control the shades of blue too. That’s cool. What will happen if that happens? Not. What will happen if I mix this color and this color and a little bit of this color together? Pretty! This color, dip, and this color, this color, what does that make? Blue, pretty! Tip, tip, a little bit of this color. Pretty! And a little of this color. That’s shading pretty.
[Singing]Set it in the sunshine, you’ll be my girl. Set it in the sunshine, next to me. You’ll be my girl forever long.
Yes, it’s for experiments. Ex. per. EEE. mints. Okay, I’ve got it. Now it’s got its normal color again. Yay, I’m free. Okay, here goes. Did it. Me and my all natural color. Um. A little of that there. Me and my free free natural color. Okay, a little more of that one, and [grunting] a little more of that one. Weee, and my own natural color.
[Singing] You’ll be around forever long and you’ll be my heart. You’ll be in my heart, yes you will, you’ll be in my heart forever long. By yourself, in my heart. You’ll be a heart forever long. Let me see how much you’ve got, when I finally come to stop. I love the way comets zoom. I love the way comets zoom. I’ll be around forever. Dooo doo do dooo doduloodle doodle doodle. You’ll be around forever long and I’ll call you….
I just stuck my paintbrush in the green and it was so much water I couldn’t even see the paint brush because there’s so much green.
[Singing] You’ll be in my heart forever long, you’ll be in my harvest. Stuck my paintbrush in the blue, color color color wooo. Color color color woo. I will be around forever long, if I call your name.
It doesn’t really have a story, I told you. Maybe just a dream or something. I just used all the different colors. It has lots of colors. I did use red, but it has something in it that color. I just made it for you. And it’s so dry that it’s kind of patterny. Feel it. It’s like putting make-up on. I’m putting make-up on, Mama. Hey, are my cheeks turning green?
Once I was digging the potatoes with my mom.
Um, my brother was playing in the dirt when my mommy and me were digging out the potatoes.
I was touching my hands on the dirt when my daddy took a picture. It was soft and squishy like toilet paper. Rocks and dirt and roots and stuff.
I found a potato in the dirt with my mother. Not very excited. I didn’t know we were not going to Grandma and Grandpa’s house. Because every year when summer starts we dig out the potatoes at Grandma and Grandpa’s house.
My brother was taking a bath in the dirt. My mom was cleaning my brother’s hands. That’s all for this weekend! -Edie
Although it was a pretty drizzly, we knew we needed to get the potatoes in for the winter before they got soggy in the ground. Edie worked hard to help sort out the yellow balls from the clumpy dirt. It was the first day Rory tried on his rain boots, and he was not impressed. While we sorted through the dirt, Rory thrashed around the wet sidewalk and figured out how to get his boots off. It wasn’t exactly his happiest moment. As he settled into the weather, though, he crept into the dirt and squished his own little mud pile. Wet, but not too cold, we headed into the mudroom to strip down and pre-rinse for a nice warm bath. -Mama
The onions are walking in the long grass I’m making. They are going on a journey, on a quest. And they packed lots of food. And then they came to a village, and it was their mother’s village. No, it was not. It was St. Joseph’s village. And they slept there three days and then went on their quest again. And it snowed during when they were in St. Joseph’s village.
Still slowly recovering from fifth disease, it’s time to get some sun and do restful things. This decorated rock for installation.
This is Rainbow Brainbow land. Belle is swimming in the aqua pool.
We finally have some flowers for picking. Edie has arranged them in her birthday vases.
Okay, now if we can just kick these germs.
When Edie was just a few months old, she came through pertussis, which left her lungs a little weak. When she’s healthy we can’t tell the difference, but as soon as she gets the slightest bit sick, her lungs gum up and the faintest “whoop” resolves her worst coughs. She is likely to grow out of it eventually, but for now it continues to add a special pathetic note to any illness.
So when the early morning was punctuated by a spastic choke, I knew it was going to be a sick day. Usually the coughing doesn’t slow her down much, so I wasn’t sure she’d need much extra attention until she wandered into the living room with those glassy fever eyes. “My ankles hurt right here. I might vomit.” I felt a bit of panic, but when we got safely to the potty it became clear that “vomit” was just her polite euphemism for productive coughing.
I tucked her back into bed with an appeal to a few familiar examples of sick children who stay in bed all day: Allen Say as a child in his autobiographical “Tree of Cranes,” and the Stevenson Counterpane poem. We brought out the little TV with a built-in VCR, which she can operate on her own to watch a selection of kids’ tapes left over from my childhood. The MagiClip princesses joined her for Pete’s Dragon and Peter Pan. She munched some immune support gummy bears, homeopathic children’s cold tablets, and a little herbal cough syrup, along with plenty of lemony tea.
She loved my egg flower soup last time, but this time she didn’t get much down. It took all morning to eat half a mandarin orange. Although she’s in reasonably good spirits, I can tell the virus is probably going to win a few rounds. For now, I’ll give her a little back up, keep her comfortable and protect her rest, and settle in for a quarantine watch.
That’s what you get for scheduling a date night.