Sunburnt Rice

We could see people playing on the soccer court behind our building again. Also, we saw kids playing on the playground. We avoided that, but I took the kids to the soccer court a time or two to check it out, and everything looking fine, I started sending them on their own. It was liberating for all of us, but the fourth time the kids went they came back saying that the court was locked up and closed again.

Police tape was wound around the playground and exercise stations at the park. Woo laughed a bit over a local news report blaming "vandals" for tearing down the previous police tape.
Woo: Vandals??... or the wind!

So we're back to kids going outside only with supervision, but we parked ourselves on a new patch of grass and the kids started a new trend of playing 500 (or 5,000 as they learned in school in the US).

Woo and I played "5,000" with them once each. The rules are everyone starts with 100, and then it's complicated by things like chainsaws, weed whackers, mystery boxes, spokesmen, and you still only had to get to 500, despite the trumped up name of 5,000.

It made no sense to old fogies like us, and we kind of refused to play it, sticking to traditional 500 rules. The kids themselves began to tire of 5,000 and gravitated towards a simple flies up.

Woo wore his spring wetsuit once this week (it has short legs and arms), and then he went and floated on his belly on a surfboard in the ocean. When he came home he was dismayed to find that the backs of his legs and knees were very, very sunburnt. He was in a lot of pain that first night.

The crazy thing is, we don't get sunburned here. I mean rarely, we'll be pink. Woo's nose can get burnt after a long surf with the sun reflecting off the water into his face, but he usually wears sunblock on his nose.

Then I got sunburnt yesterday. It wasn't painful except when Woo put his ice-cold-straight-from-the-ocean-hand around my red arm. I actually said, "Ouch!"

Herbie didn't play a lot of flies up. He preferred to work on his trials tricks on his bike. He did a lot of wheelies and can ride his bike backwards, and some other trick I don't know the name of... he told me it was his favorite thing he did this week.

Herbie is getting taller. He is about the same height as Ruby for the first time in their lives.

I made a tomato, basil, rice dish a couple weeks ago that we all liked. We put cheese and spices on the top, and it was kind of like spaghetti, or a good tomato basil pasta dish. I tried it again this week, but used a different basil. It didn't go well. We had to eat it in two meals, and didn't even finish it then. I threw the rest away.

Archie, who had barely eaten any, and wouldn't eat any more for even an apricot or a peach, and kept asking for any other food, cried when he saw the leftovers in the garbage.

He was very tired that night. He never comes downstairs, but he'd come down the night before almost 2 hrs after he should've been asleep because he was scared because he'd seen a spider (aka not going to sleep when he should've been).

So that next day he was in a daze from about 4 PM on. When he finally got into bed, and I tucked him in and asked him the worst thing from his day or week, he said, "You threw away the rice!"

(The same rice we couldn't get him to eat any more of.)

"And I was going to eat it for breakfast!!"

And he said that last word with such emphasis and broke into such a genuine burst of tears that it really was as if I'd robbed him of some special treat he'd really been looking forward to.

Moses recommitted himself to being one this week, stretching himself beyond what I've ever seen him do. Yesterday Penelope cried a few times, and every time she did, he ran towards her to comfort her and make her happy again. One of those times I saw him start by asking if she needed a hug, which she accepted, and they ended by scampering out of the room together as a unicorn and a dragon.

Ruby told me several times this week how much better she feels now that she's drinking more water. Apparently, since we moved here, she had been hardly drinking at all. But she got her own water bottle recently and she's been making an effort to drink more (I believe it was one of her revelations). This week she really felt a difference. She keeps telling me how much better she feels and how it seems to be improving every aspect of her life.

Linus can't get over how young he was when we moved here (seven). He laughs about how young he was and how little he knew, even though he thought he was quite old and knew a lot. He (like all the kids) is patient with our situation here (because of the virus), but he is really ready to be done with the packets. He and Penelope and Archie have at least another week left.

Penelope is very excited for her birthday and has been counting down the days for awhile now. Because she and Woo share a birthday, she always announces this to Woo in a very excited way, and Woo tries to respond enthusiastically too, even though he's significantly less excited for his birthday.

The pictures in the trees are from our conference talk discussion last Sunday, and that's our week. Hope yours was great!