Wednesday, April 27, 2005

Under the sea

Since pretty much everything in G's bathroom was ruined when the ceiling fell in, she got to choose all-new decor for it last night. P vetoed her first choice (multicolored stripes), so she went for Target's Glitter Fish design instead. I bought the toothbrush holder and soap dispenser (both shaped like fish), the trash can (tropical blue with fish) the rug (also tropical blue with fish) and the towels (white with embroidered fish), as well as a picture of a cartoon octopus for the wall. The rug is awfully small, and it still looks pretty bare in there, so I may try to find some additional rugs in a complementary color, and maybe a wallpaper border. I like decorating, but it's so hard to fill up a whole room, even one as tiny as a bathroom! I wish we could paint -- it's a much cheaper way to liven a place up -- but that's one of the drawbacks of renting.

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

It's alive!

Oops. I seem not to have updated in a while.

It's been a long two months, filled with birthdays (not mine), hospitalization (also not mine), inhuman amounts of work (mine, alas) and a collapsing bathroom ceiling (the whole family's, but I was the poor slob who happened to be in there when it collapsed). After all that, I'm hoping for a very boring and uneventful summer.

G started her tap class this past weekend and is enjoying it so far. Hey, what kid wouldn't love the opportunity to wear noisy shoes and stomp on a wooden floor? It ends just about the time she gets out of school, so I should probably start looking around for some other activities to keep her busy through vacation. She'll be going to art day camp at a local museum for a week in August, but that's all I've lined up for her so far. Now that she's used to getting out of the house every day, I think she'll be restless once the novelty of staying home wears off. I hope P is well enough to take her out occasionally. I know he wants to; it's just hard when he's feeling ill.

In other news, she and I have been reading tons of books lately. We've been through a new Magic Treehouse, several of the Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle books, a book called Chocolate Fever that I remember from my grade-school days, a Clue Jr. Mysteries book, and about half of James and the Giant Peach. I love Roald Dahl, but his books are hard to read aloud because every other line of dialogue is "cried" or "shouted" or "screamed" or "shrieked." He was a great fan of exclamation points, was Roald. We read picture books tonight instead, which was a nice rest for my poor, tired voice, but tomorrow it'll be back to the shrieking and hollering. I do need to work some easy books into our nightly reading so G can read to me, too. When we read chapter books, I just let her lie back and listen -- it wouldn't be any fun for her if I made her struggle through a page of James and the Giant Peach. (Plus, we'd be up till sunrise because she'd have to stop and sound out every fourth or fifth word.) She does need to practice, though.