Theoretically MoBob leaves for Saudi Arabia on Sunday, even though he doesn't have a visa yet and the King passed away yesterday, and the entire country (and its overseas missions) is in mourning. *le sigh*
In other news, we heard Baby Z say one word, repeatedly, very clearly, and it was what his teachers claimed a thwarted attempt to say "fire truck."
We attended the Martin Luther King Junior day program which featured a famous civil rights advocate with a simultaneously depressing and inspiring talk. I was struck by her reference to MLKJ's vision of "the beloved community." But what we liked the most was the performances by Children of the Gospel choir accompanied by a liturgical dance group from a local school. More performance and less talk, please. Baby Z stayed home with C + Y, and we found him asleep and content snuggled with both of them.
We visited the Levine School of Music for a class and then accompanied a smaller friend and her lovely parents to a Kindermusik class. The best part though was brunch and conversation afterwards with the little ones underfoot.
Alas, that didn't last long. Baby Z had been experiencing tummy troubles, and we ended up on another unwelcome visit to the ER. There was real fear in his eyes each time he vomited. It must be scary and frustrating to have so little control in one's life, and then lose some more. But he took the magic potion and is perfectly fine now.
I noted last year that we have always done a service activity on MLKJ day, but with Baby Z logistics are so much more complicated. We decided we should somehow play all the wriggles out but it was gloomy and cold, and our indoor options were limited because of the holiday. We were turned away from Pump It Up because of overcapacity and had lunch at IHOP instead. In the end we took Baby Z to JW Tumbles. Literally the kids played in One Giant Cage while the parents sat outside and drank coffee and consulted their phones.
Feeling queasy in the ER.
Fully recovered and enjoying not-turkey bacon.
And honking the horn because Baba wouldn't let someone drive again.
New skills: Writing.
Practicing on a real drum, instead of the dishpan guitar.
Playing with washi tape.
Parking the vehicle fleet in the shoebox garage.
Replacing the puzzle pieces.