Yesterday, I abandoned all work in the studio--whether re-organizing or stitching. No dyeing in process, no reading about dyeing.
Yesterday, my creative work was a different kind of play, because I had company: Bryce Eleanor came a little before lunch. She is so talkative now; she has something to say about just about everything. She also wants more input from me. "Let's work this puzzle." "Why don't we play with the ponies?" "We can have a picnic." "Let's color." "Do you want to make a castle with me?"
And we did all of those things and more. It isn't that she doesn't still play perfectly well by herself because she does, but she is more inclusive. She will play alone, verbalizing everything that goes on, and I listen, fascinated. Then she comes to me, and "Jenny Clay-uh, let's play...."
I'm Jenny Clay-uh; the stairs are the stay-uhs. We also like nonsense talk, and Bryce Eleanor is an expert at that, making up words by the dozens.
Last night, after Fee got home, she enlisted her new play mate. He was to select which pony was to be put in the dump truck. He was usually wrong, and Bryce Eleanor patiently corrected him, removing the offending choice and replacing it with the correct one, but he did get one right, and B.E. cheered him!
This morning, however, she woke up not feeling well. Headache and fever. She even cried, breaking my heart. Then she went back to sleep on the couch with a damp hand towel on her head and Edgar at her feet, and woke up sweet and happy, but still with those fever eyes. She continued to rest until Amelia and Chris came and picked her up. I'm hoping it is not anything serious like the flu.
Amelia just called. Her pediatrician is open until 11:00 AM on weekends, so she took B.E. on because her head started hurting again. Mono. I may be complaining of headache myself in the next few days 'cause I've definitely been exposed. :o
Hopefully, Bryce Eleanor will be well enough to attend her 4th birthday party next Saturday! And hopefully, her little friends will be able to attend because they were probably all exposed at St. Joseph's.