Sometimes I can calm it with doing stuff and I did stuff and it was too hot, really, for the stuff I was doing so I finally came inside and Lily texted and asked if maybe the boys could come have a sleep-over and so of course I said yes and they came over and here is what Maggie looked like, wearing one of her brothers' hats from Cuba.
Pretty girl and her pretty mommy.
Boppy set up the pool and the boys got in where they tussled like puppies and when they got out, Gibson was covered in itchy red welts and is the child allergic to water? Lily was my hivey child. Gibson is hers.
I gave him half a Benadryl and he's fine now. They are putting a puzzle together with their grandfather, drinking hot cocoa and wearing their Christmas pajamas.
"I'm a pajama guy now," Owen informed me. And so he is.
Suddenly, it looks like rain and it smells like rain, that sharp ionic tang, the ozone that comes with it, but I don't think we're going to get anything here. Maybe next week when the storm that's trying to make up its mind as to what it wants to be when it grows up travels our way.
If it travels our way.
The radar right now just shows bits and blobs, moving from east to west, not unlike the welts on Gibson's body, but green rather than red. It makes me feel itchy.
I need a Benadryl for the brain.
I want rain.