Anna keeps us home

Well.

Lewis was supposed to give a paper in Cambridge on Wednesday. I was going to meet him there tomorrow and catch up with a couple of people as well. But he's not in Cambridge, and I am not going. We've each spent at least one night away from home this week, though, and stayed with Anna in the university hospital of north Durham. This is good: having to go back and forth from Newcastle in the summer of 2011 was much more taxing.

Anna will be fine. But a girl who doesn't take medicine well under the best of conditions was not about to drink the vile potion that they said would fight the infection that was making her face red and swollen and sending her temperature sky-high on Tuesday. So IV antibiotics it had to be. She's pretty chipper and the doctors will send her home tomorrow, where she'll continue with a more pleasant-tasting antibiotic.

In the meantime, she's watching lots of movies with her dad, having her nails painted by me (and doing mine as well--photos to follow, or check them out on facebook), and generally charming the socks off everyone in the ward.

That's my Anna!

A homily for Thomas

Last week, Thomas gave me a homily. So this week I returned the favor: http://thinkingcoramdeo.blogspot.co.uk/2013/03/fifth-sunday-of-lent.html

Oh, and happy St Patrick's Day!

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book launch

A book launch isn't the place that you'd expect to find many children. I am glad, though, that my children weren't the only ones there. Anna was her usual self, alternating between charming people and getting into mischief. Thomas was my publicist and chief book-seller. (I admit it was difficult to get him to hand over the cash. What £40? he asked...) Not that many books were sold. Just two, in fact. Given that the crowd were mostly students at the theological college in which I teach, it's not surprising. Some of the university students might have fat allowances, but those preparing for ministry don't.

Special price £39. Thomas thought I should get the money. I am really grateful that a couple of people actually bought the book!

Iain brought a tank. Who wouldn't? He was soon tearing around college with his friend Bleddyn. Book launch? What book launch?

Some folks actually had a look at the merchandise. I appreciated everyone who came, though, even if they only came for the wine. I even appreciated the student who showed up towards the end, expecting another event, who'd forgotten entirely about the book launch. Never mind--he had a look at the book, anyway.

Lucy smiled at everyone and made friends. She insisted that I pick her up frequently, though, with the result that when it came time for me to say a few words, I did so with toddler on hip. Since I wrote most of the original text during kids' naptimes and precious hours while they were at nursery, it seems appropriate that they were close at hand for the speeches.

Anna, enjoying a still and quiet moment, between dashes for the stairs or kitchen.

I think they all had a good time. I'm just glad nobody had a tantrum or spilled anything. As not-conducive to book-writing as the children are, I know with absolute certainty that I couldn't have done it without them.

sisters

Lucy is in that wonderful phase in which new words and phrases are being added to her vocabulary daily. One of the words she enjoys is 'sisters,' and she's clear about how to use it. 'Anna,' she'll say, pointing at 'Anna.' And then, still pointing, 'sister!' 

Like her sister, she loves dancing. She loves the Wiggles, though it sounds more like 'Billig' when she says it. Maybe someday she'll be doing ballet with Anna, in matching outfits like Anna and her classmate in the photo. 

I can't keep up with all that goes on around here, really. Sometimes it seems crazy even to try. Still, I ought to find out what the noise downstairs means... not sisters, this time, but their brothers.