Whine Flu

Ugh - - this has been a sick month so far. Actually it started in October with colds for both Ethan and Noah. Then Ethan was sick several days last week, and Noah got sick too. They were both sick a day and then fine a day and then sick a couple of days. I took Noah to the dr. and he got a prescription for Tamiflu and an antibiotic. I do think it was the piggy flu, because he had all of the requisite symptoms, including throwing up. Fun! Poor Noah is such a snuggle-bug when he's sick that I do enjoy it. He doesn't get grumpy, just a little clingy. Anyway we kept him home from church today because he still had a pretty gnarly sounding cough, but he hasn't had a fever for over 24 hours, so that's great. He is sitting in the TV room watching the finale to "Much Ado" over and over and over. What a funny kid!

Ethan had an interesting project for school - - a model of a plant cell. It took a lot of ingenuity, but we used plastic eggs, clay, fun-foam, paint, bubble wrap, push-pins, bouncy balls, toothpicks, a hollow spherical thing from a bowl of potpourri and lots and lots of hot glue, and I think we came up with a pretty darn good replica. If he doesn't get an A I'll be ticked. Teachers should realize that parents have to get heavily involved in these projects! I wasn't about to let Ethan get his hands on the glue gun, I had a hard enough time with it myself!


Ethan continues to work hard in school and play hard with his friends. He's got some buddies that live near enough for him to ride his bike to their houses, now we just have to get him a bigger bike! He is doing bowling in gym, and plays football with friends. He's reading Don Quixote now and writing a "dark" story about the Italian Mafia. A lot of his friends have "air soft" guns, which shoot little rubber balls (tiny ones) - - a cannister of compressed CO2 makes them shoot. He really wanted one and I said "no way no how." Fortunately there are some great nerf guns out there. I'm ok with that. I hate guns, but I remember when Ethan was about 2 and bit his sandwich into the shape of a gun and was playing with it. I don't know how he ever even saw a gun, all he watched was Barney, but I guess the shooting thing is just a part of male DNA.

More later . . .