Author: Doris

You won’t believe what Vince was doing when I walked into the house. He was cleaning his room! We run a pretty relaxed house around here; we don’t ask Vince to clean his room because it’s as much his parents’ fault that it’s a mess as it is his. We leave old magazines on the floor and all of Edda’s clothes that are scattered are our fault too because she shares Vincent’s room and since she can’t use her hands, there is only so much of the mess you can blame on her.

He even made his bed and arranged the stuffed animals neatly on the pillow.

Well, I thought I did a great job hiding the kitty feed. I put it in a drawer, cause, you know, cat’s can’t open drawers. Right? Hahah but of course, I was outwitted again. I forgot to remove the _extra_ bag of feed that’s sitting in the closet, and whaddya know. Those hungry cats have clawed their way into that. I actually don’t know how long they have been in the spare bag, since I hadn’t been paying any attention to the closet, after I moved the first bag. The only way I noticed was because the first bag was running a bit low, and I went looking for the extra kibble.

Argh.

Jeremy and I are both a little sick. Not sick enough to stay home and wallow in bed and wish that some nice person would bring us chicken soup, but sick enough make us snappish at each other and both the kiddos.

Edda is still a little hoarse from her strep throat.

Vincent is obsessing about Easter and all the candy that goes with it.

How the weekends fly by. And the laundry is still not done.

Not much going on with the cats. I actaully have been in the city more this past week… Chin Ping stopped by on Saturday to play with them. Lynn has come and grabbed her stuffs. Hopefully the house isn’t too much of a mess. I think that would a hard thing for me if i lived by myself – keeping the place tidy. Or maybe it would be easier, since I would know where everything is? Hrm…

After 3 days on antibiotics, Edda feels much, much better.

Here are a few of the many, many photos of Edda mouthing. She’s mouthing up a storm this morning, which means she’s back to her perky old self. For a long time after we got the Rett Syndrome diagnosis, everytime the mouthing decreased, I’d get all excited that the mouthing would be ending and she could do the hand clapping or wringing instead, which is much less slobbery than the mouthing, but it always meant that she was on the verge of being sick for days. (You can also observe Jeremy’s bad haircut.)

Sheila, Scott and Josh were in town this weekend. We went to the Air and Space Museum.

We posed with sculptures at the National Gallery and ate Bomb Pops.

We hung out at the mall and ate a giant ice cream sandwich and something called a “two-ball screw ball” – italian ice with 2 gum balls at the bottom.

And we saw a stuffed elephant.