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Weekend
On Saturday my parents visited and we all went to Phantom Farm. We'd planned to go apple picking, but when we got there, it turned out that we were too late - the season was over.
So instead we took a hayride there, picked up a few delicacies and a nice big pumpkin, and let Sebastian play for a while in their little playground. It was wonderful to see him having so much fun; he was running around like crazy, with lots of other boys following him and calling "Sebastian!".
It bothers me that he leads such a lonely life. He desperately needs friends...it's amazing how he blossoms when he's around other kids. I need to do something about this.
On Sunday we went on an all-too-rare trip to see my brother, and took a walk in Needham forest. It was quite a long walk, perhaps an hour in all, and of course towards the end Sebastian insisted on being carried. Ten minutes on a rough forest trail with a 60-pound boy on my back was quite a workout!
In the forest, we climbed a high rock known, appropriately enough, as High Rock. Quite a view.
It was wonderful to spend time with my brother, my nephew, and my niece. When we finally had to leave, Sebastian broke down and sobbed.
Today - Monday - was kind of dull. We shopped, that sort of thing. Watched way too much TV. Towards the latter half of the day I developed an incredibly annoying itch in my throat and chest. I may have another cold coming on, or a relapse of the one I just had; it never really went away.
When I start getting sick, my voice can do strange things. This time I was singing a song for Sebastian in a silly voice; he likes that, although he usually tells me to stop (while laughing). So this time I switched to an operatic singing voice, and surprised myself. I'm no judge, but what came out of my throat sounded remarkably good, although I couldn't maintain it for long.
When we put him to bed I read him a new book we bought for him today, Frog and Toad Are Friends. I'd never read it before, but there were some claymation episodes from it on a Curious George DVD we bought a while back; the episodes were so charming that they completely overwhelmed my dislike of relatively "modern" children's literature (the book was written in 1970, so it's really not all that modern).
Once again, I surprised myself. I'm a pretty good mimic, and (if I say so myself) an excellent reader of children's books. This time, my voice was working better than it usually does, and I was able to consistently capture the voices that were used in the DVD. Quite charming voices, too; they were a big part of the reason that I liked the episodes so much.
Sigh...I'll probably have a hell of a chest cold before long.
So instead we took a hayride there, picked up a few delicacies and a nice big pumpkin, and let Sebastian play for a while in their little playground. It was wonderful to see him having so much fun; he was running around like crazy, with lots of other boys following him and calling "Sebastian!".
It bothers me that he leads such a lonely life. He desperately needs friends...it's amazing how he blossoms when he's around other kids. I need to do something about this.
On Sunday we went on an all-too-rare trip to see my brother, and took a walk in Needham forest. It was quite a long walk, perhaps an hour in all, and of course towards the end Sebastian insisted on being carried. Ten minutes on a rough forest trail with a 60-pound boy on my back was quite a workout!
In the forest, we climbed a high rock known, appropriately enough, as High Rock. Quite a view.
It was wonderful to spend time with my brother, my nephew, and my niece. When we finally had to leave, Sebastian broke down and sobbed.
Today - Monday - was kind of dull. We shopped, that sort of thing. Watched way too much TV. Towards the latter half of the day I developed an incredibly annoying itch in my throat and chest. I may have another cold coming on, or a relapse of the one I just had; it never really went away.
When I start getting sick, my voice can do strange things. This time I was singing a song for Sebastian in a silly voice; he likes that, although he usually tells me to stop (while laughing). So this time I switched to an operatic singing voice, and surprised myself. I'm no judge, but what came out of my throat sounded remarkably good, although I couldn't maintain it for long.
When we put him to bed I read him a new book we bought for him today, Frog and Toad Are Friends. I'd never read it before, but there were some claymation episodes from it on a Curious George DVD we bought a while back; the episodes were so charming that they completely overwhelmed my dislike of relatively "modern" children's literature (the book was written in 1970, so it's really not all that modern).
Once again, I surprised myself. I'm a pretty good mimic, and (if I say so myself) an excellent reader of children's books. This time, my voice was working better than it usually does, and I was able to consistently capture the voices that were used in the DVD. Quite charming voices, too; they were a big part of the reason that I liked the episodes so much.
Sigh...I'll probably have a hell of a chest cold before long.
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