So last weekend while Brian was deathly ill with the Hand Foot & Mouth virus he caught from Susie I took Eleanor to the art festival in the city. It is a combination of fine art & crafts and there was an unofficial offshoot a few streets off the main fairway so who knows what that was. I wanted to go check it out - it looked crowded and more thrown together (ie. better people watching) than the official art fair but Eleanor was fading fast and I didn't want to push her too hard. I'd like for her to have good memories of going to shows with me like I have good memories of going to shows with my mom. Most of my good memories have to do with the food I ate there though. Especially the strawberry smoothies...mmm. So we're walking down the street and we see a guy panhandling/street performing on the sidewalk and he's playing what looks like a turned-over steel drum and Eleanor is looking at him and I go "Is that what you want to be when you grow up? You want to play and instrument on the side of the road?" and she goes, "It doesn't sound like he knows how to play it." haha. It occurred to me after that my question was weird. I hope Eleanor forgets the weird/inappropriate stuff I say. Anyway, Eleanor is funny I hope she continues liking these art shows. I'll ply her with icecream and go for the positive association.
When we got home Brian reported that he was "feeling better" which didn't last long but it was better than him moping all day like he had been for the past 48 hours.
This past week was busy & uneventful in kid land. Susie is getting 4 molars, so it is an uncomfortable, irritable time for everyone. She has also discovered tantrums. The new sunrise time was 5:35 last week as well and we have no curtains on the windows in the kid's room so Susie has been up before 6am every morning which is ridiculous. I brought her into bed with us around 6am 2 mornings in a row last week and she slept horizontal like in a cartoon cliche of a kid sleeping in her parent's bed forcing both parents to move to the opposite edges of the bed. Just like that. I love waking up to see my angel baby's face but oh my goodness it's miserable sharing a bed with your child when you just want some freaking space. That rhymes...it's a poem.

Eleanor had practice for soccer on Monday, then she had her fake birthday party on Thursday and then she had Field day on Friday 6/15. This week there's three half-days and then she is officially done with kidnergarten - wow! Can't believe it! She's sad about it. Her friend Robby is moving to Philadelphia - although it didn't sound like this kid was very nice, sounded like he didn't like playing with girls which is pretty typical at that age but Eleanor had an issue with it because her best friend is another boy.

I keep getting weird vibes from Susie's daycare. She moved up to the infant room for slightly older infants - 9 - 18 months or something. The room she just left was weird and I was always super nice to the teachers but I always got the feeling that either they didn't want to be there at all or that they didn't like Susie. One day months ago when Susie was maybe 8 or 9 months old they told me "She had the best day she has ever had here yesterday!" ...I know stuff like that is suppose to make me happy but all I could think was "what about the other days she has had here? Do they suck? Do you lie to me because every time I ask you say she had a 'good day'" wtf. I don't like being on the other end of this daycare thing. I always try to be nice and understanding but I feel so suspicious of everything. Is this how the other parents were at FS when I took care of their kids. Did they secretly loath me and kindly and gently interrogate their children on the drive home about what Miss Kasey did during the day? Well the new room seems much nicer and brighter and the teachers actually look happy to see Susie so that's good I guess.

This past Saturday I had a big family-friendly event go on at work so I invited Brian & the kids to come. It went well. I love seeing the three of them out in public when I'm not around - Brian is so good with the kids. Today we just hung out - we went to church for Father's Day. I got up early with the kids and made a big card for Brian then when he got up we made him pancakes. Then we went to church. Then we came home, I went running and Susie slept for 3.5 hours! Beautifully long nap. After my run I promised I would run a block with Eleanor - so we did that. She's going to be fast.
Then I took the kids to the supermarket and then came home - we ate Souvlakis (spelling?) for dinner. Delicious. I've been reading Dead End in Norvelt by Jack Gantos - I love the way he writes. Years ago in Grad School I read the first Joey Pigza book and thought it was sad and funny. Love Jack Gantos - have to read more of his books. He lives in Boston.

This week is another busy week. Should be interesting. Have a class visit in the morning, need to get to work on time.