My children tied one of Murmy's mice to this Lego train, and set it spinning around the track. The little rabbit fur mouse was actually being dragged behind this train.
We now call Ichabod 'the big mousie'. I mean, come on. My cat's mice are made out of rabbit fur - of COURSE he wants the rabbit. The rabbit, by the way, has been healthy as a horse since his brush with death a few months back.
I am thinking of trying an animated desktop. It shall have twinkling holiday lights. Or it shall not. We will see.
I am almost done with the shopping. Right now, I am in the middle of:
- Moving furniture from one room to the next
- Making a family cookbook for my mother in law
- Making some jewelry as gifts
- Making tree ornaments out of little frames and pics of Xmases past
- Life
I found out my son may be covered on our insurance ad infinitum, if he is found to be disabled by autism or epilepsy. This is a bittersweet discovery. I am thrilled to find he may not lose his insurance, but do not want him defined as disabled. In fact, all three kids have disabilities which may qualify them for medical insurance of one kind or another. In fact, I do not want my children defined by their various medical issues.
I don't know. Medical coverage is nothing to sneeze at and critical to their survivals. I am unsure if my husband and I could cut back enough to pay out of pocket for three kids who aged out of their insurance. But oh, I want my children to be seen first as the sparkling, wonderful, talented and so able people they are. I want their health issues to be a footnote, not stamped on their foreheads. I especially do not want my children to be reminded of their health issues at every turn, because I want them to self-identify as strong and capable. I do not want them to feel too sick to expect much.
For my children, I want. For them, I ache and bleed and worry and lay in bed, sleepless. For them, I sacrifice in a million ways. And for them, every minute of every day, I am so grateful I sometimes can't breathe.
