I've had Vivaldi's "Spring" stuck in my head for a week now. My son won't stop humming it, singing it (lyrics by "Beethoven's Wig 2), and practicing playing it on the keyboard. Now I know some of you think this is great, but I'm starting to feel like George Bailey ("Will you stop playing that? Haven't you learned it yet?") Please, I need an off switch in my brain.
Sierra has been behaving herself in ballet. That doesn't mean she's over her "fearsome fours," only that we've gotten the temper tantrums back into the privacy of our own home. If I deal with the teen attitude now, does that mean I get credits for later, when she really is a teen?
Marina showed me the next section of her Singapore Math book. Trigonometry. I'm scared. Can I let her use a calculator now?
We are continuing caring for Guru. In my homeopathic research, I came across a homeopathic for blood poisoning that I'd never tried before. I could only find it in a combination for inflammation at our local health food store, but it seems to be at least stabilizing him (translation: he's no worse.) Thanks to all who have sent their prayers our way. I will be the first to shout from the rooftops if a miracle is in the making.