Poor, Poor Abby

I hate seeing the school phone number on the caller ID.  Especially when I already have an inkling as to why I am being called.  My poor Abby threw up at school.  In her classroom.  All over her desk.  In front of everyone.  Isn't this one of the things that qualifies for "most embarrassing" when you are 10 years old and in 5th grade?  Last week was Eli, during the week was Pip, and now my poor, poor Abby.  I was unsure about sending her since she was sick yesterday too, but she was feeling so much better this morning and I told her if she had any ickiness to just call me and I would come get her no matter what.  I think I need to really impress on her the whole "no matter what" thing.  She lasted until 2 this afternoon, even after feeling so horrible that she didn't eat lunch.

What's Up With the Older Two

Eli threw up in the night, a smallish, bright-red puddle on his sheets, before running into our room, yelling, "I'm puking," and then going to his bathroom to finish puking in the toilet.  He spent the rest of the night (this occurred around 2 AM) sleeping on the bathroom floor.  Hans nicely lay a large towel on the hard linoleum for Eli to lay on in his sleeping bag.  Other than a load of laundry, this was the only vomit encounter we had, but I still kept him home from school today.

The boy had his first basketball practice on Thursday.  He's on a team of Kindergarten through 2nd grade boys. I've told Eli that if he has any basketball questions, he can call Auntie Erin.  Watching Erin all those years has made me comfortable enough to suggest to Eli that maybe he would have more control when he dribbles if he doesn't let the ball bounce all the way up to his shoulders.  That's about it.  Not sure basketball will be his sport, but he's on the same team as his best friend, Shane.

Abby had her end-of-soccer pool party on Saturday.  Very fun to be in an indoor, heated pool in November with more than a dozen squealing tween girls.  Hans wasn't too keen on getting wet so it was just as well that I forgot his swim trunks.  I did get in the pool myself, the only mom in the pool since my sweet petite wanted to swim too (my friend Gina was in the water for 10 minutes after swearing solidarity...yeah, right) and the only other adult besides Abby's soccer coach.  Only mildly uncomfortable.  Especially since I discovered I had forgotten my bra after getting out of the pool for the potluck lunch.

I need to download my camera in order to post pictures of my beautiful, quick-footed, athletic daughter playing soccer.  I know there are other pictures I'd like to post on the camera too, but I can't remember what they are.  I also have the children's school pictures and soccer team pictures I want to show off, but they need to be scanned.  Yes, I'm behind.  I have a to-do list that never ends (although some things could be checked off eventually, like sewing the skirt for Abby or painting all the door trim).  Really, I'll get there.

It was pointed out that I forgot some information on my Halloween post, like what the older ones dressed as. Abby was a witch, complete with a straw broom and pointy hat.  She's been reading Roald Dahl's The Witches and was trying to do an accurate portrayal.  Eli was an astronaut, but he says he was a flight commander.  Feel free to let me know anything else I've forgotten to put in here.  Don't be shy.

Eli came storming out of his bedroom a couple of nights ago, so frustrated.  He said he couldn't sleep because Hazel was playing the tambourine.  Hans went to talk to her and she replied, "But Papa, it's a bedtime song."  Hans came back chuckling, telling Eli, "It's okay, it's a bedtime song."  What are we going to do with that girl?