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Museum outing with Marie and the boys was a little different today because Marie wasn't there. The boys were there with her mother-in-law, as Marie's mother took a turn for the worse and was hospitalized. Liver cancer; diagnosed in November, given 6-12 months, but doesn't look like she'll make it that far.
It's so strange, seeing somebody else lose their parent after having gone through it myself. Having a better understanding of what they may be going through, but knowing that the details are probably completely different.
Well. The Museum was actually kind of neat, despite Marie's absence, in that I spotted a couple of things I'd never spotted before and got all excited about it. There's a whole new exhibit there, about light. I anticipate many a lovely Wednesday afternoon spent learning all about wave-particle theory and Einstein and astronomy and fire and kerosene lamps and electricity. For me, that is. All right, I'll try to teach the boys some of that too.
Semi-gratuitous picspam below: Justin wasn't feeling well over the weekend, ended up with a huge headache one day, and had to spend the day lying down, mostly impromptu napping and/or watching TV. Daniel was appointed cold-cloth-holder, and took his duties very seriously.
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Tuesday morning is supposed to be French Day, but today Daniel wheedled his way into being allowed to do English instead, so he could finish Harry Potter & The Philosopher's Stone. How could I say no?
At one point, Chris and I were in the kitchen and he noticed how engrossed Daniel was, reaching the end of the book. We watched him for a while, wondering if our parents ever watched us read with the same deep satisfaction we feel, watching him. Like we've done something right, to have produced a kid who loves the written word as much as he does.
Both of us figured our moms probably watched us too. My mom always had a sort of sense of wonder with respect to my accomplishments, large and small. She did with most kids, because it is kind of incredible just how much kids learn and accomplish, so quickly. But it was especially keen with me and the boys, because she'd had a hand in nurturing those accomplishments. It was a kind of "Wow! I helped make that?! COOL!"
Man, I missed her this morning.
It's so strange, seeing somebody else lose their parent after having gone through it myself. Having a better understanding of what they may be going through, but knowing that the details are probably completely different.
Well. The Museum was actually kind of neat, despite Marie's absence, in that I spotted a couple of things I'd never spotted before and got all excited about it. There's a whole new exhibit there, about light. I anticipate many a lovely Wednesday afternoon spent learning all about wave-particle theory and Einstein and astronomy and fire and kerosene lamps and electricity. For me, that is. All right, I'll try to teach the boys some of that too.
Semi-gratuitous picspam below: Justin wasn't feeling well over the weekend, ended up with a huge headache one day, and had to spend the day lying down, mostly impromptu napping and/or watching TV. Daniel was appointed cold-cloth-holder, and took his duties very seriously.
Tuesday morning is supposed to be French Day, but today Daniel wheedled his way into being allowed to do English instead, so he could finish Harry Potter & The Philosopher's Stone. How could I say no?
At one point, Chris and I were in the kitchen and he noticed how engrossed Daniel was, reaching the end of the book. We watched him for a while, wondering if our parents ever watched us read with the same deep satisfaction we feel, watching him. Like we've done something right, to have produced a kid who loves the written word as much as he does.
Both of us figured our moms probably watched us too. My mom always had a sort of sense of wonder with respect to my accomplishments, large and small. She did with most kids, because it is kind of incredible just how much kids learn and accomplish, so quickly. But it was especially keen with me and the boys, because she'd had a hand in nurturing those accomplishments. It was a kind of "Wow! I helped make that?! COOL!"
Man, I missed her this morning.
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And ::hugs:: to you.
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Your boys are so darling. And Daniel looks *so* much like you. Actually, as I was looking at this picture, I was thinking that he's going to grow up into a real heart-breaker. (Justin'll be adorable, too, of course, but it's harder to tell at this age, I think.)
The cold-cloth holding has got to be the sweetest thing ever. My brother certainly never did that for me! But then, my brother is my *little* brother--that probably makes a difference.
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Hee - I think so too, but then, I'm biased.
And Daniel looks *so* much like you.
Damned spooky at times. My Mini-me ;)
The cold-cloth holding has got to be the sweetest thing ever. My brother certainly never did that for me!
Yeah, Daniel takes the whole Big Brother thing very, very seriously. He's so cute when he's being overprotective :)
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