We started our next semester of music class today. The curriculum for this set of ten weeks is called "bells" which I have yet to figure out what that means. Our last curriculum was called "bongos" but only one song in the series ever mentioned bongos, and that may have been a coincidence. We managed to sucker invite two friends to this class series, so we have buddies to talk to before and after class. Andrew was a bit reserved today. The class was full and I think he is going to be like me and be shy initially in new experiences, unlike those children who walk in and take over the teacher's instrument before she can even start the class.
Andrew was overly clingy today as he has been sporting an "elevated temperature" for the past two days. According to the manual from the pediatrician's office his temperature of 100.3 does not qualify as a fever. He has no other symptoms, other than crankiness and a bad appetite. He received two vaccinations last week and we were told that he may have a reaction to them in a week or two because they were "live" vaccines. I always feel conflicted when getting him vaccinated. Intellectually I know that it is the correct thing to do and that in the long run he is protected from potentially harmful and deadly diseases and illnesses. It pains me to see him suffer from the injections and the side effects. I am almost positive that his temperature change is a result of the latest round since it was seven days exactly from the shots that the spike in temp showed up. Fortunately, if this is a result of the shots, it should pass quickly. This morning he refused to eat breakfast and crawled up on my lap and fell asleep. He rarely does this, as he'd much rather play with the hundreds of toys boxes and recycled yogurt containers he has fished out of the can. He woke up sweaty and with a head full of ringlet curls and a perky attitude. So we went to music since he seemed better. This afternoon he has been a bit cranky again. He is napping now, but now soundly and frequently calls out in his sleep. Poor thing.
I just finished a great book by Kate Atkinson called Case Histories. It was a murder/mystery novel, but not in the typical writing style that I often read. I am hoping to borrow a few more of her titles from the library. I also just started reading New Moon, the second book in the Twilight series. A friend lent me the second and third book--she is reading the fourth at the moment. I read Twilight a while back, way before there was mention of a movie. So far, the second book is good.
Chris gave me a cute frame for our anniversary that has three openings for photos and says mom+dad=me. I was digging around trying to find photos for it and thought it would be cute to use baby/toddler photos of us with Andrew's photo. I will spare Chris the embarrassment of posting his toddler photo, but here are two I found of me. Andrew lucked out and inherited my crazy curly hair, apparently. The stuffed elephant I am clutching has been picked bare of fur (by me) and now resides in Andrew's room, I think.
