Something major is about to happen in our family. We’re adopting a dog! His name is Freddie, and he is a Bichon Frise mix PDaniel found online. He is currently in a shelter in Park City. We went to visit him on Friday, knowing he was one of the breeds we were considering; his description on the website was glowing, and well-behaved, young dogs like him don’t show up in shelters every day. So we went up to visit him. He seemed like a very sweet dog, good-natured and loving, so we snapped him up. He was still on medication for a cold, and had to be neutered, but he should be ready by Wednesday or Thursday for PDan to go and get him. He is thrilled, and spent much of today rounding up dog supplies. I'm glad, because the dog is his sole responsibility; I have enough people to take care of!
Dangerboy's birthday was last Saturday, and he wanted a Harry Potter party, just like last year. Ended up inviting the entire neighborhood (almost) of children, as we have been known to do. I think it was mostly a successful party…several kids asked to stay and play when it was over (roundly denied, we were so tired). I dressed like McGonagall. We played the Bertie Botts Every Flavor Bean game as an icebreaker, always a hit. DB had requested we do a “Harry Potter IV party”, so we had a tri-wizard tournament: diet-soda-and-Mentos fountains to kick it off, then Quidditch, and obstacle course, and a dragon piñata for the three events. PDan spent lots of time making the piñata, since I couldn’t find one to purchase. Quidditch was played without brooms, with a soccer ball and a kid running around in one of my yellow t-shirts pretending to be the Snitch. It would have been more of a success had the grass not been so wet because of sprinklers; several of the kids slipped spectacularly and got soaked. The obstacle course was lame and last-minute, but the pinata was a hit (ha)!
The cake was another PDan creation: DB wanted the Monster Book of Monsters, so that’s what we made. I did most of the prep work, and PDan did the creative parts. Then all the kids went home, we opened DB’s family presents, he started acting weepy, we took his temperature, and realized it was 102.5. Yikes! He took a nap and some meds and felt well enough by evening that we all went to Brick Oven for dinner, but after a weekend of high fevers, barfing, and terrible sore throats, he is now on amoxicillin for strep throat. Poor kid, that has got to be my least favorite illness.
CN wants a chihuahua and a cat for a pet (not getting them, but oh well). She wants to name the cat Popcorn; the dog, she wants to name Meat. She has a stuffed cat she has christened Eyeballs.
CN was using a laundry basket, tied behind her neck with string, as a drum. She was pretending to be marching in a parade (DB had one too). Her string broke on one side, and she cried, “My drum is not working!” She started dragging it along the floor by the remaining string. “Now it’s a wagon!” she despaired. Then she giggled. “I want it to be a wagon!!” she bounced away. I thought it was a good example of CN’s flexibility and resilience. (She can be stubborn too, though).
Last night, at dinner, she said she knows a girl named Guisie (“guy-zie”). She said that she does not like Guisie. When asked various questions about this girl, it turns out the girl lives at Trafalga (local mini-golf place). She has blue hair, is four years old, and eats bugs. I asked her if she’d ever talked to Guisie. CN: “Guisie said, ‘Come here, come on and eat some bugs with me.’ I said, ‘No!’ and ran home.” Guisie’s parents, friends, and brothers and sisters are of the same description, age, and disposition as Guisie herself. This was all told very matter-of-factly, and rather offhand. I think CN believed it her self as soon as the words left her mouth. I almost did, too!