I have a sick little Baby G. She has the cold/cough that her brother and cousin had -- but she is so much more pitiful about it than those big boys. It breaks my heart when she cries. We had another mostly sleepless night, and she is already napping again. Hopefully, she is past the worst of it and will start getting better. On another note, she was eight months old yesterday.
Bean Dip has a new fascination:
Volcanoes. We have been talking about the one in Iceland that erupted (I'm not even going to try to spell it), and the affect it had on all the airplanes. The story is a little close to home because Doc was set to fly to London the day they shut down all the airports in Europe. We have been looking at his
Usborne "Lift-the-Flap Picture Atlas" and talking about how
volcanoes work. Bean Dip says he does not want to see a volcano and that they are scary. But he can also tell you what happens when a volcano erupts, to include the fact that planes can't fly through the ash. (I told him they "spew ash." He says, "Pew
aht.")
I'm also using our maps to reassure him that there aren't any
volcanoes near us. He's a little worried about that. I find this interesting because I clearly remember being really scared of
volcanoes when I was little.
If we get stationed in Hawaii, we will have to go see the volcano there. If Bean Dip wants to.
