5:50 a.m. Kate came in. Emily put her back in bed.
6:10. Finally getting back to sleep from Kate's visit, when Jack comes in and clambers into bed before I can stop him. Clocks me in the nose with his elbow; ouch. Guess I'm up.
6:30. Coffee for me, breakfast for Jack. Kate, who woke us all up I believe, is still sleeping. Jack notices an excellent newspaper graphic in today's Sports section with caricatures of Yankees and Mets players. Derek Jeter, in his graphic, has a walker. This is absolutely hilarious to Jack, who laughs it up and repeats in sing-song "Jeter is oll-lll-d....Jeter is oll-lll-d...." and laughs all over again. He cuts out the picture (taking a Jeter-sized chunk out of every page in the entire section, thanks Jack) and tapes the words "Ha Ha" and "Jeter is old!" to it.
7:00. Kate still sleeping. We finally wake her up at 7:30, since we need to drop Emily off at a train into the city today. She gamely eats her cereal, then we pile her into the car.
8:00. Emily dropped off, I bring the kids back and give them each a bagel. And Kate gets honeydew melon, which in our house we call green cantelope.
8:15. Drop Jack off. He hops out of the car and cheerily goes in. Drop Kate off. SHE, to my delight, dances into her classroom to see Miss Ruthie and hangs up her coat. Other kids in the class say "Hi Kate! Hi Kate!" There was a stretch, recently, where she cried and was clingy when we dropped her off, so it's nice that she hasn't been doing that lately.
8:30-2:30. My usual day, which lately has been intensive training for a part-time copy-editing job and my regular Fantasy Index work.
2:45. Pick Jack up at school. Can't believe I've blogged every day for a month without talking about this. There's never anywhere to park, and I'm always wondering after parking if there will be a ticket on my car (or a dent) when I return. I see basically the same people every day, the ones I acknowledge with a nod, the ones I am glad to see and actually talk to, the ones I feel bad about seeing because I haven't talked to them, etc. It's like a high school dance all over again, it's strange. Nick's Mom comes over with a Nintendo game that her son, Nick, said Jack gave him. I said, we don't have a Nintendo system, so he must have meant someone else. (Later we discover Jack actually did give it to Nick. "I found it on the floor," he explains.)
Jack comes out and runs over. That's always fun. And then he sheds himself of his backpack and disappears. Not as much fun.
3:00. At home, Jack and I have a snack, play with Bakugans, do his homework. For his "Z" homework, he has to draw all the zoo animals he can think of. If I remember to attach the picture, you'll see: It's awesome.
4:00. I tell Jack we're going to get dinner at McDonalds tonight. He is delirious with happiness.
4:30. Jack makes a picture for Kate with all the letters of the alphabet and a bunch of different colors, too -- "to help her learn." I tell him that's incredibly nice of him, because it is. He's something else.
5:00. We go to pick up Kate, then head to the grocery store to get a muffin mix for Emily to make for his school the next day. I pile them both into a cart and we scream dangerously around the store to get the two things we need. They laugh a lot.
6:00. At home eating McDonalds. At some point I burp. This cracks them both up, especially Kate, so I do it again. They laugh harder. Sorry, Emmy. They also each have toast. And green beans. The latter because I want to get a veggie in there, and the former because I think McDonald's gives out smaller portions these days. All of us were still hungry. So then we ate half a cake and felt better.
7:00. Dancing in the kitchen. I put on Nick Cave's "Supernaturally" and they leap and crash about. It doesn't get old.
7:30. Bath for Kate, shower for Jack. I instruct Jack what to do, and he chips in with updates. "Now I'm washing my booty!" he says. Awesome.
8:00. I read them "Charlie and Lola" and kiss them both good night. As I'm putting Jack to bed, we hear Emily come in, and Jack's very excited. She comes in to say good night, and I go downstairs to start this blog. It's been a day, and a month.
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