Who knew that hotel living, even four star hotel living - could get old? We're at Auntie S's for our last few days and I'm happy to be somewhere a little less transient feeling. Even though we're still living out of suitcases.
I'm busy laundering, packing, chasing, shopping, organizing, saying good-bye to favorite places and people, trying to let my kids play a little, and prepping for the big airplane ride to Kiev on Wednesday.
(Look what I found, on sale, in all three of my boys' sizes. Yes, they are wearing them to fly overnight. Because I'm their mom and it makes me happy. Every little happiness counts, you know. Plus, it might be fun to conduct an experiment on number of comments: Will more fellow-flyers mention the fact that we have three boys, that the boys have matching pajamas, or that they love our stroller? Perhaps I need a sidebar survey, huh?)
Henry has been ill again so we had to squeeze some doctor visits and bloodwork in last minute. I think it's mostly what you get when you take a kid with a susceptibility to viruses and the inability to not touch every surface in reach to new York City. It's not pretty, but we're just trying to rule out the more serious possibilities before we go live in a country where the hospitals make you sick, if you weren't when you came in.
As you can imagine, blog posting hasn't made the top of my to-do list in the last few days, but I'm not giving it up totally, I promise - just taking a real-life maintenance break. Thanks for checking in with me and I hope to be online more regularly again in a couple weeks. How does October work for you?
In the meantime - I'd love a little material for when I'm Code Yellowing again. What do you want to know? Funny, serious, curious, nosey, random, whatever. Give me a question to build a post on.
I'm also in the market for poetic two-syllable words. Got any?