One is a Lovely Number

The kids split up today: Sis at home, feverless but still officially sick for another 24 hours since her last fever, and Bud at school, with no signs that he was going to be ill. This was a first for all of us. In the beginning, Bud was heavily resistant, wanting to stay home, while Sis was packing his snack for him and locating his jacket! But apparently, at school, Bud settled right in and never asked about Sis or expressed any discomfort or sadness at her absence. In other words, he was just fine. She wasn't, though. She spent a lot of time wondering what he was doing, if he would make her a picture or bring home extra craft project supplies for her. She wanted to buy him a snack at the coffee shop and even insisted we make him a treat. So we went to the store for Strawberry Bread makings, clearly his favorite and not hers (though, she got a chocolate bar, some bubble bath, and two spring dresses). That said, we still managed to have a fine morning, reading several Curious George books, cuddling on the couch, plus baking bread and talking on the phone. But she thought it was over too soon. It always is.

Then we picked him up--and he did have extra craft project supplies for her (well, he'd forgotten but I asked and they gladly obliged)--and headed for lunch. Eating "crunchy chips," we all shared the details of our day (though the exact identity of the strawberry bread was not revealed, only that we made a treat) and drew "The Great Green Room" from the puppet show yesterday.

Sibling rivalry resumed when we got home--was her fever back? was she tired from the morning? was she just tired of him after a taste of singlehood? There were tears and complaints that he wasn't playing with her the way she wanted. No compromise in sight. So, we're taking a quick tv break, to ease them back into twindom . . . .