But really? The most exciting part of the past week?
That is dirt from my flower beds under my fingernails, and I couldn't be happier about it. Last weekend our highs were in the fifties, and I was so happy yanking hunks of Creeping Charlie out of my warm beds that I didn't even think to look for those things I make you look at every spring until yesterday- but after clearing away several inches of winter debris, there they were:
Tulip shoots! In February! Yes, these are actually tiny, as I had to almost bury my phone in wet and frozen leaves to take this picture, and yes, there are only a few dozen so far because the rest are still resting under solid blocks of ice (as my poor fingernails discovered yesterday after getting a little over-excited trying to uncover all the tulip shoots), but still! I squealed and did a little dance and said a prayer over them to ward off demon rabbits- you know, normal pre-spring rites. Please also note I've decided to think of this time of year as pre-spring instead of late winter as it's exactly 78% less depressing.
Other fun things include the illness wending its way through our community, including our family. Why "fun"? Because this is strep throat/coughing/low-grade fever-type illness, which includes zero, I repeat, ZERO puking. Remember the insane amounts of vomit I had to clean up only a month ago? Yeah, I'm still not over that. So when all our kids need to limp through this sickness is some extra rest and sugar-free hard candy to suck on to soothe their throats? I'll take it. Adelaide is old enough where all I had to do was make her a couple cups of tea and remain within touching distance for much of yesterday.
The above is a pretty normal sight when Daughter is under the weather, as she slowly inches her way around the room, body prone except for a single questing foot looking for some physical contact. Sure, I could have helped her out and met her halfway, but I couldn't. I was laughing too hard.
Instead I stayed right where I was and made her come all the way to me, although once she made it, I made sure to rub her head because I'm not completely heartless, plus she almost never lets me play with her hair anymore when she's well. It reminded me rather strongly of the penultimate scene in To Kill a Mockingbird when Scout tells Boo, "You can pet him, Mr. Arthur, he's asleep. You couldn't if he was awake, though, he wouldn't let you," in which case Adelaide is Jem and I am Boo. Which brings me to something I found that I can't stop laughing at:
Derek laughed, too, when I showed it to him, albeit in a resigned way with which I am very familiar, because he is not on the winning side of this piece of relationship advice.