Kiss My Knits!

Diet and autism, knitting, and showbiz.

Illnesses and exploding bags.

So I was at the weekly stitch night last night when Turtlegirl pointed out that I had just told a story that was primo blogging material. And she’s right. I neglected to write about the capper to our crappy morning!
Click for a tale of post office pugilism.

Well, Boo’s back in school (although she had a shaky start to the day) but now I’m under the weather.

This, combined with another event this morning, have conspired to make this a Really Crappy Day. And it’s only 9:45 in the morning.

I got the breakfast bar from Harris Teeter and am about to settle in to eat, watch TV, and knit. Hopefully the day will turn around.

Well, Emily was too sick to go to school today. Actually, she was sniffling and coughing all weekend long, didn’t want to eat (a dead giveaway that she feels bad) and mainly laid on the couch watching Disney. She definitely was not up to par. This makes me feel better about missing school yesterday, since she would have missed it anyway.

Today she’s running a low-grade fever, which I’ll bet she has been all along. She’s still not hungry, still sniffling and coughing, and is playing on the computer. She’s still small and boneless enough that she can curl up sideways in the computer chair. For the most part, I’m just letting her do whatever she wants, since it’s keeping her resting. Later we’ll take a bath and maybe do a little math, but for now, it’s computer games and rest.

The meeting was less than a stellar success. My co-leader for tonight was also the cookie mom, so she had to load cookies into peoples cars, which meant I had to run it alone. The girls blew through the conversational lesson very quickly and with little attention. In fairness, I had very little for them to do besides talk and make a few faces, and I didn’t factor our three chatterbugs into this. They’re charming girls, but if there’s one thing those spirited little pixies don’t need, it’s tips on how to strike up a conversation.

The best part was coming out afterwards. The girls helped clean up some, in the scattershot way that seven-year-olds do, and I didn’t press it as much as I should have. I wound up cleaning up heaps of glitter, so we got out about 7:15. It was dark.
Emily looked up and said, “What are those dots?”
“Those are stars!” I said, “Look, there’s the constellation Orion!”
“What does it look like?”
“You see those four stars, with the line of three stars in the middle? The three stars are Orion’s belt, and the constellation is Orion, Orion the hunter. People think he looks like a hunter, hunting other constellations across the sky.”

“…Orion…”

She kept looking, to the point that she tripped a little as we were walking because she couldn’t take her eyes off the sky. So we stopped and watched for a while. We looked again at home. She was really interested. It was very nice.

I’m really wiped, and may not go to knitting tonight. We’ll see after she goes to bed.

Emily lost another tooth last night, this one on the top right as you look at her. She knew it was loose, but in contrast to last time, she didn’t make a big fuss. She was eating, it came out, she put it in her tooth box, and came back to tell me the tooth fairy was coming tonight before I knew anything had even happened. Okay then!

I had to go out to a Girl Scout council meeting last night, so I wasn’t there when she went to bed. However, Steve asked her if she’d rather put her tooth box in the hall so the tooth fairy wouldn’t have to come into her room. Her highness doesn’t like to be disturbed at night. So that’s what they did. I was pretty tired when I finally came to bed. The tooth fairy came and did put a coin in her box, but when Emily woke up, the tooth was on the bathroom counter. Oops! We decided that probably the tooth fairy had to use the potty and accidentally left it. We figured she’d be back to get it later.

On the Brownie front, I decided it would be better to do the animals badge in the Spring, when there was a chance of, you know, actually SEEING some animals. Instead we’re doing “People are Talking.” Considering my daughter’s issues, this’ll be interesting!

What we’ll do.

My daughter: “Today, a new girl came to class in the cafeteria! But we had to be very quiet in the cafeteria so she would appear. And she did! Her name was Elizabeth. She went to my class. And then a backpack appeared on her back!”

Further questioning reveals that her new classmate Elizabeth has black hair, a red shirt, and green pants. Hmm… where have I heard that before…

I’m so thrilled that she loves her doll enough to turn it into a new imaginary classmate. It makes all the trouble worthwhile.

Although I wonder if this means I’ll have to knit her a backpack.

So it’s not all doom and gloom, my daughter’s report card came home today, and she did improve in most every area. Her teacher says “she did extremely well on math quarterly testing” which was a concern for us, and her words-per-minute fluency jumped from 44 to 76 wpm.

So that’s good.