Area woman suffers record amount of pinkeye flares
When my sister was a kid, she used to get pinkeye a lot. I remember mom telling me not to use her hand towel in the bathroom, to stay away from her pillow, that sort of thing. I always emerged unscathed. Now, however, I am clearly a magnet for it. In the last year I have had it at least 6 times. I can only assume that one or both of my children is carrying it home to me, yet with no symptoms of their own. I can not even begin to tell you how exciting it is to wake up and discover that you’ll be sporting your glasses yet again.
Eight-month-old baby becomes fountain of vomit
About an hour after dropping Miss T off at daycare on Monday, they called to let us know that she had gotten sick. It turned out to be a one-time thing, probably due to the massive amount of sinus drainage the poor kid has had going on for weeks. Anyway, I was able to take her back to school the next morning and when I dropped her off I was informed that the whole episode was apparently quite unreal. It was like a cartoon, the aide told me. She just opened her mouth, and it kept coming and coming, and filled up the high chair tray and down onto the floor, and I have never seen anything like it! And she didn’t cry or anything! Wow. My child: impressive, yet disgusting.
Gymnastics – more popular than predicted?
AE had his first gymnastics class on Monday. N reports that he was timid at first (SHOCKING), but seemed to enjoy it by the end. He’s the youngest in the class by far, as he’s just shy of six and the class is for 6-10 year olds. So some of them have skills that he doesn’t, like cartwheels and handstands, but we can work on that at home. I’m told that he actually hung from the high bar after some initial near-tears. We’ll see how it goes in the long run, but for now I’m just pleased that he had a good time.
Ike threatens Gulf Coast, residents make a run for it
The vast majority of our relatives are located on the Texas Gulf Coast, parts of which are being evacuated due to the current predicted path of Hurricane Ike. The first mandatory evacuation was for my grandmother and aunt’s zip code, to be enforced starting at 10 a.m. today. My aunt, however, began panicking before 5:00 this morning and her first call to my mother was at 5:01. As luck would have it, Mom left her cell phone in the den where she couldn’t hear it. So the phone calls increased in frequency and frenzy until at 5:26 my grandmother left a message that according to Mom sounded something like THIS IS YOUR MOTHER! IT IS 5:26 IN THE MORNING! WHY ARE YOU NOT ANSWERING YOUR PHONE, DON’T YOU KNOW WE HAVE TO EVACUATE RIGHT NOW?! NOW!!! Oh, Grandma. I shouldn’t laugh about this, but I do.
Anyway, this ruins our weekend plans, which involved heading that direction to celebrate AE’s birthday. So now I don’t know what we’ll do, but I don’t think we’ll be going to the coast. More likely we’ll be hosting N’s parents, because in the case of a mandatory evac they don’t have anywhere else to go. My parents have a home in Georgetown they can use. We’ll see, I suppose. Hurricane season is one big waiting game.
“Hip-hop” without the hips – what’s the point?
I had my first dance class on Monday night, beginning hip-hop for adults. It was okay, I guess, not really what I expected. First of all, I didn’t realize that hip-hop was so structured. It looks pretty laid-back to me, but the instructor was teaching us “locking” and “popping” and “waving”. The thing that really got me, though, was that since it is a Christian dance studio evidently there will be no unnecessary movement of the hips. Which, okay. I can see how excessive hip gyrations can send the wrong message, especially when little girls are involved. But for an adult class? It seems a little odd, and also limiting. Mostly all we did was move our arms around. So my shoulders got a great workout, but the rest of me not really. I’ll give it a few more lessons, but may end up switching to the adult ballet class. That’s probably more my style anyway and I think will be a more consistent workout.
