a trip to the library and other things

 This library was remodeled a few years ago and what was a cramped space with 70s furniture and dust going on became this huge, beautiful place.

Tim didn't want to pick out any books.  Again.   He can read now, but it's still work to him.  

 Last time I picked him out books.  He complained, "Yeah, and everything YOU choose is BORING."

Lydia attempted to help him select books. I told her, "Make sure they're totally boring, okay?"

He's also finally writing.   And it's going how it always goes--slowly, but funny, and fun to see.  

A couple weeks ago in church he handed Joe something he had written his name on, and he's spelled it "Jow."   Okay, that actually makes sense.  Joe shook his head and laughed.  I whispered, "We love our dyslexic relatives, you know?"   He looked over at Heidi and snickered. 

Yes, absolutely. 

I also found a box of Christmas decorations up in the cabinet.

Okay, these are obviously Kirsten's decorations, but someone, a long time ago took a chance on how to spell ornaments.  They even tried another spelling and scribbled it out.   I like it though.  It works.

 Here she's made herself right at home.

This was a more successful adventure than Friday's was.  We went to a fancy gift shop far away to Christmas shop.  I took the kids, who had never been there before.  It is a little overwhelming.  They liked it, and were a little weirded out I'd brought them to such a place.  "No touching anything whatsoever."    We brought the stroller for the little girl, and we found a few fun things there.

Then on the ride home, we were considering stopping at the mall.  We still had energy and time.  p.j. dozed off in the car seat, but she'd probably sleep right through a transfer back to the stroller and around the mall.

Well.  She woke up in a minute, as we waited to merge onto the freeway, stuck in a long line of cars.  I thought she looked kind of pale.  Her lips were a funny color.  I wondered if she was okay?  Well, the wondering did not go on for long.  She started vomiting all over the place.  

She was incredulous and confused.  It was a little pitiful.

And here we were stuck in traffic with NOTHING.  The diaper bag was in the trunk.   The kids, gagging themselves, clucked and patted her.   Finally I told them to pull her sweatshirt jacket off her and use that to mop up a little, fold the puke to the inside and put it over the mess in her lap.  

Poor baby was so confused by the whole thing.   We headed for home and kept telling her we were going home to take a bath. Everything is okay.

Tim rolled down the window for air.

Joe met us in the driveway and carried her to the tub, then went outside to deal with the car while we bathed her.   (Thank you, Joe. The whole car seat had to be taken apart, washed, put back together again.  I put it back together tonight after the cushions came out of the dryer.)

By the time they left, she was much back to herself.  When we'd ask her about how she puked she'd open her mouth, stick out her tongue and say, "Aaack."   Yep, it was just exactly like that.

And I guess she slept a lot last night and has been okay since.  Kirsten and Heidi ran in a 2K this morning, and Kirby said p.j. was all fine, asked her where her dog was.

And that is the end of that.  Tomorrow is Sunday.  The kids are practicing for the Christmas program at church, should be a wild old time.   Year after year, they get so carried away they bring down bunny rabbits with big pink ears and large yellow ducks and add them to the nativity also.

Hyper is okay.    A couple weeks ago Tim and t.c. came tearing back downstairs after Sunday School and they were both all red in the face and sweaty.   I pointed it out to Dan and he quipped, "Probably been reading the bible."

Yah.  I think that must be it.

Okay. Good night.  love always, Val