Memorial Day

 Ready for the pool. . . .

 You can't show this photo to anyone but family. . . .

wounds courtesy of a Friday afternoon bike ride.

 This is my swimming cap.

 Photos take by the big sister, always on the lookout for a flattering shot.

 It's Memorial Day weekend for most of the U.S. - around here it's Reunions Weekend for Princeton University, which like Alumni Day at Penn, occurs the weekend prior to graduation.  For me, it means avoid town at all costs because other than less parking, more people, it's Orange, Black and tiger stripes everywhere.  Those colors are great for Hallowe'en but on a bright, sunny spring weekend, it just looks garish.

Yesterday I went into town, fool that I am, to drop of Steve's watch at a jeweler's on Nassau Street.  Karma was on my side and I got a spot in the public parking garage and was in and out of the jeweler's in less than thirty minutes (free parking!).

Today Steve wanted to take Thea to the Princeton Community Pool and I wanted to go to a 3:30 pm meeting for the second-grade curriculum at the charter school that Thea will be attending in the fall.  So we got a bit creative so that Micah could go to the pool which involved the following steps:

1. threaten the child to within an inch of his life about not putting his head under water;
2. use up some of the leftover Tegaderm used for Micah's skin graft sites to cover his left ear canal;
3. tape it down for good measure;
4. send husband to pool supply store for bathing cap to cover the whole shebang;
5. pray, and hope that Micah's ENT does not read this blog.

And all turned out well, children got to go to the pool, Micah obeyed the rules and both are on their way to becoming my little nut brown babies.  These children could tan under a light bulb.

I brought home corn, and both kids went out to the front steps and shucked it all, on their own.  No squabbles.  Then Micah went out for a bike ride with Steve while Thea and I made dinner.

And then Micah passed out, just as the corn was being put on the table.  Cold, immovable.  I got one floret of broccoli in his mouth.

Thea's reading her library book, Steve tried interesting her in the original Star Wars, but she kept asking, "Is that a clone?", "Where are the clones?"   Generational thing, Han Solo and Jabba the Hutt failed to draw her in.