It started out so well. Boba Fett's birthday was on a Sunday this year so we spread out some of the fun stuff to Saturday. I was the Boba Fett wrangler while Moose took the other kids to their 3 scheduled soccer games.
First, we went to a friend's bowling birthday party, then Boba Fett and I headed to The House of Reptiles so he could pick out his gift from my parents. He was really excited.
He chose a baby crested gecko and we headed home to get his habitat set up.
His name is Glacier.
As he has been planning for more than a year, he and I went to Sushi Town to get his free birthday sushi plate.
After dinner we went to catch the end of Commander C's second game of the day. It was a long walk from the parking lot to the field but it was a nice day and we were all healthy at the time. Moose and I were watching the game while the kids played by the stream and berry bushes.
They were trying to get to a cattail when suddenly they BOTH came running and screaming. I thought some one had been killed, there certainly had to be blood and lots of it from the way they were screaming but it turns out Nutmeg disturbed a wasps' nest and Boba Fett went in gallantly to save her. Boba Fett really freaked out, he ran franticly to the car where my first aid kit was wailing all the way. Parents on several fields were alarmed to see a freaking out, running boy trailed by a sobbing, crying girl and 2 bewildered parents.
We got to the car pulled out stingers, counted bites, distributed apis and headed home where more remdies were applied. Once we were in the car Boba Fett seemed fine, certainly better off than Nutmeg. He had only 2 bites to her 3 and he was acting fine like a regular boy.
By morning on his actual birthday his ankle was all swollen and he was acting very subdued for a birthday boy. He stayed home from church and watched movie, I made him dutch puff, lego cakes and we opened the gifts. He was barely even pleased. He was just not himself yesterday. He couldn't even ride his new bike and he doesn't spend every waking minute looking at his gecko. This is not normal.
Today he is much the same, swollen and melancholy.
The gnoming didn't happen because my package of parachuting gnomes didn't arrive in time so we are going to have to do it another time. It is probably just as well since he wasn't feeling very well and I think that all parties need to be in a good mood for a successful gnoming.
I just feel so bad for him. This kid looks forward to his birthday more than any kid I have ever known. He is so animated and seeing him like this is so sad. I can't help but wonder along with him why he with 2 bites in different places is doing so poorly while Nutmeg with 3 bites on the same arm is doing just fine.
I just wonder why he always has such a hard time with everything; his eyes, his speech, bug bites, reading, chores, sports, anything involving coordination.
I was not going to do any craft shows this year, the time and energy that goes into a show is not proportionate to the profits recouped at a craft fair. However; a friend said she would do it if I would do it...pressure. I started thinking along two lines of thought; first, The Boutique at the barn was really fun last year, I enjoyed the experience thoroughly. If I had gone this year as a customer instead of a vendor I know that I would have been looking longingly at the vendors wishing I was there. Second, there might be repeat customers from last year who will be looking for me this year and I really want to keep the Miss Moss Demi-millinery in people's mind as a place for fabulous, custom, handmade hair adornment.
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