I sit here this evening in silence, at least for the time being anyway. Until someone wakes up and wants something - a soother, drink of water, to go pee. Julie is out at our church Bible study group this evening which we both usually attend. Today I am on poop patrol though. Let me back up. Wednesday evening as we were getting the girls ready for bed, Julie was feeding CeCe her bottle. She was no sooner done than she threw up. She has always had little milk spit-ups, but this was her first full blown puke. So it was back to the tub with CeCe and Julie hit the shower. The next morning (I was conveniently at work), the diarrhea started. We had three solid days of that - a full outfit change with every diaper change, full bedding change if it happened there, Lysol the crib railings. Oh yes, it has been fun. If I had known about all this stuff before we had three kids, I would have bought stocks in stain remover and Lysol. Anyway, we managed to keep it off the carpet this time although it was close. There were two instances when I walked down the stairs to the family room to see some bubblin' crude coming over her pants and heading for the floor.
So yes, here I sit. We didn't think that any baby sitter would ever come back if we left her with the situation that was going on here this week. So I took the older two to Sunday School this morning and Julie went out this evening. I don't want to jinx the night, but I think CeCe may have started to turn the corner. She kept the same outfit on all day and only had one semi-solid poop. All right, enough about poop.
I was driving Jorja to piano lessons yesterday and I switched the radio station from the country one to the eighties one. Steve Windwood's 'Valarie' was playing. I've always liked Steve Windwood, but I digress. Jorja asked me, "Dad, is this your station, the '80's on eight?" I replied that yes it was. "You know, your station isn't that bad," she replied. Thanks Jorja, I'm glad you approve.
I had a couple of errands to run this afternoon and CeCe was napping and Julie was doing some Christmas baking (yes!!) so I took the girls along with me. I was standing in line at the post office in Shoppers not really paying much attention to the conversation the girls were having. All of a sudden, Ginny looks at the woman behind us and says, "Maybe she could be our mother." This caught my attention. Then Jorja said, "You think she's our mother?!" and then the two of them laughed hysterically. I had nothing. What do you say to that? I looked and the lady, and she was smirking, so that was all right. What did she really think? Were these two kids looking for a new wife/mother like something from Sleepless in Seattle? I told them to stop being so goofy and wished the letter to the Philippine consulate in front of us would move along a little quicker.
Jorja likes to think that she is Ginny's teacher some days. She especially likes to sound out words for Ginny when she hears something new. She does it syllable by syllable to help her sound the new word out. I forget what the word was now, but this was going on the other day. Then Jorja said, "I know almost all the words, except Spanish, I only knew a few words in Spanish. Like Natalise La Di Da. That means Merry Christmas." How does that go again I asked her. "Nah - Tah - Lees - La - Dee - Da" she says to me very clearly and slowly so that I too may learn this second language. Thanks Jorja, but I think we'll have to play a bit more Bony M. this year. Later.
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