Have a Feist-y Weekend
Long weekends are the best....especially when next week's going to be the start of my killer 4 by 10 shift (9am to 8 pm) at work. It's only for a few weeks though - I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it won't spill over to the time when Paolo begins school - if it will, I'd be going through burnout a few days after.
Weekend started with Paolo getting sick with a really high fever and a bit of asthma. It's good that I had my personal doctor at home (my mom) who gave her grandson the full treatment of a 24 hour vigil on his fever, a nice refreshing spongebath and lots of love and attention. I'd have done it myself if Paolo hadn't chosen to sleep on Lolo and Lola's bed after a little spat with me when I tried tried to give him medicine he didn't want. Paolo is now feeling much much better now. Thank you Lola!
He's sleeping right now, with a blue star shaped balloon floating above his bed. He brings it everywhere he goes. He loves those kind of things, colorful balloons, flowers - tons and tons of them. When he picks wildflowers, he always wants me to wear them, tucked behind my ear. He loves wearing red - something about being a 'strawberry boy' -a thing he made up. His imagination goes wild sometimes, telling me about a new friend, a little boy named John who has black hair like him. Considering that we don't have any neighbors his age named John and he's the only boy in daycare...makes us think it's an imaginary friend. He talks in his sleep too...about cookies and brownies, about saying 'please' and 'excuse me' and he tells me directions too, like - 'go there mommy'. Wherever 'there' is, I don't know. I keep guessing what his dreams are all about. Could they be made of sweets and treats, of tooth fairies and talking cats - the usual 4 year old dreams? He's been singing a lot lately too and invents songs along the way - like that one song 'water the tress, makes the plants grow..'. He made it up when we were in the car. He sang along to the Postal Service song too and surprisingly, hummed along to my favorite song by The Bees. I wonder if he'll like Feist? Her songs have been stuck in my head for the past few days...one of them has counting - not too good counting by the way, it's much like U2's ' uno, dos, tres, catorce' (she leaves 7 and 8 when counting to ten - which is absolutely understandable since 7,8, 9). Rayms hates it, and I'm thinking, maybe I should get an ally with Pao - he'll absolutely love the video with all the colors. It's pretty amazing too, the way all those people seem to come up from nowhere - something that they did with creative positioning, camera angles and crazy choreography.
The "Mushaboom" video is pretty interesting too - sort of like what dreams are made of:
