Mr. Mom -- Day #8

Tim-Tam-Tommy is sick. Nothing serious -- just a head cold. And that cold sore in his mouth. But you would have thought he was on death's door. He couldn't walk up and down the stairs. The trampoline -- forget about it! He sat almost the entire day, lazing on the couch.

I did manage to get him to stir, briefly, for half an hour of catch with the football. And we did spend ninety minutes putting together a lego Truck-trailer-jet ski. (he calls them "puzzles" because the word "lego" just doesn't stick in his five year old mind.

Twins were a pain this morning -- both of them had a fit about their clothes (happened tonight too -- what is it with little girls and their clothes?), which they did again tonight as well until I let them change the outfits around -- Dad had foolishly picked something out....

For dinner, we had Chinese (A La Choy kit, which at least had me cutting and browning my own meat). Before even cooking it, Sarah had labeled it "disgusting." And yet, she at plenty once it was in front of her -- granted, mostly rice. "Disgusting" just sort of irked me.

Everyone was good at bedtime. We ordered the complete Magic Tree House book collection, which came in a couple of days ago, and I read the first three chapters of book 5 tonight -- the twins really like them. And since they were tired, it wasn't hard to get everyone to sleep.

Balance of the week looks considerably busier. Will see how it goes.