I had medicine hazel needed to take, and she was fighting it badly. Trying to push me away, clenching her mouth, etc. I tried everything, and it was not going well. Just over it, I guess.
Then-
Me: hazel, did you like going to the hospital?
H: no!
Me: ok, because if you don’t take your medicine, you might stay sick, then we’d have to go there again…
Hazel took the dropper from my hand.
Hazel had a poetry assignment for school. They had to create a book with a certain number of different styles of poems, including haikus, cinquain, diamante, ballads, ode, and elegy.
We did Tuesday tacos, and Margot was playing with my phone while we waited. She said she was trying to look mysterious.
If anyone eats gluten free or cooks for someone that does, highly recommend two things: 1) Get yourself the pictured cookbook. The recipes aren’t simple, they involve a lot of mixing your own flour blends, but they have all been fantastic. 2) Get yourself a
It had been quiet for awhile, so I went and checked on Margot. She was quietly making a mess peeling paper of crayons, one of her favorite hobbies.
