I simply must apologize for my subpar output of late, and I realize I’m breaking a pretty good rule even by mentioning it (“no talking about the blog on the blog”) but I was felled by two sinus infections in a row, which as you sufferers all know, means one thing: steroids!
You get a blister pack of little white pills and take them in tapering doses over the course of a week, and they never fail to bring on Effervescent Head-Zap Purple Weirdnessland. Some odd gland pushes against the bottom of my voice box, which would temporarily give me a high B-flat if the actual sinus infection itself would allow singing. As it is, I talk like I’m in middle school, and occasionally feel like it too.
I thought I’d broken this cycle – every year, when we come back to New York, I’d get fucking sick – not just sick, but sick – and spend 75% of my precious East Coast time in motherfucking bed. Last year, thanks to a good regimen, losing weight and being a smartypants, I sailed right through it, but this time, something godawful got into my otolaryngology.
The weather here is my least favorite: windy, 35 and pouring rain. Fortunately, Tessa and Lucy are having a fantastic time, so I can live vicariously through their shenanigans. Today, I stumbled Lucy over to the local Kiddie Playspace FluCatcher AdventureZone, and even though there was ABSOLUTELY NOTHING INTERESTING in there (not even books or games!) we did find an odd plastic tinkertoy-esque bin and started making letters.
Lucy has about 75% of the alphabet down, and knows how to spell all our family’s names, partly thanks to a song I started singing to her years ago (tune vaguely based on “Three Little Maids” from The Mikado):
L-U-C-Y, that spells Lu-cy
D-A-D-D-O, that spells Dad-do
M-O-M-M-Y, that spells Mom-my
I like cheese!
She always has a hard time with “M-O-M-M-Y”, however, getting stuck on the M’s in an infinite loop like “M-O-M-M-M-M-M-Y”. When she started spelling out Tessa’s name on the floor, she stuck to her guns. That’s my girl!