Electric Grandmother

Avadore's first day of school was yesterday.

He woke up, chattering away a mile a minute about brilliant things, perfectly happy, and got off the bus a few hours later with a fever of 103.4.

Ooops.

He spent the day resting.

He still had a fever last night, and some tummy trouble, so I kept him home from school this morning.

He's back to his old self this morning. I feel a little torn: I hate to keep him home from school; he has so much fun. At the same time, he just got over his fever and I don't want to get anyone else sick. So. We're all home today. And that's not such a bad thing. Tomorrow it's back to the same old grind.

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More examples of Avadores's aversion to memorization and enjoyment of his special versions:

Avadore has never repeated the little piggy rhyme. (Or whatever it's called.) You know, this little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home... And we've done it since he was a wee one. But yesterday morning he had his fingers going to Pocatello.

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Fall is definitely here. When Avadore is better, we'll have to go up to a park I know that's on a hill and overlooks part of the city. The light plays off the hills across the valley from the park and it's just lovely.

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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (2) Share on Facebook		2006-09-12 9:54 AM yesterday Avadore's first day of school was yesterday. He woke up, chattering away a mile a minute about brilliant things, perfectly happy, and got off the bus a few hours later with a fever of 103.4. Ooops. He spent the day resting. He still had a fever last night, and some tummy trouble, so I kept him home from school this morning. He's back to his old self this morning. I feel a little torn: I hate to keep him home from school; he has so much fun. At the same time, he just got over his fever and I don't want to get anyone else sick. So. We're all home today. And that's not such a bad thing. Tomorrow it's back to the same old grind. * More examples of Avadores's aversion to memorization and enjoyment of his special versions: Avadore has never repeated the little piggy rhyme. (Or whatever it's called.) You know, this little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home... And we've done it since he was a wee one. But yesterday morning he had his fingers going to Pocatello. * Fall is definitely here. When Avadore is better, we'll have to go up to a park I know that's on a hill and overlooks part of the city. The light plays off the hills across the valley from the park and it's just lovely. Read/Post Comments (2) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top