Clint woke up with terrible allergies today.  It happens occasionally, but it rarely hits this hard and lasts this long.  He looked — and felt — completely miserable; his eyes were red and watery, his nose was running, and he sneezed two or three times every few minutes.  He tried everything he could think of to make it stop, but nothing worked.  (loratadine, nasalcrom, vitamin C in the nostril, hot wet washcloth on the face… you name it….)

Around 1 o’clock he realized that it probably wasn’t going to get better in time for him to go to work, and it was much too late for him to call in sick, so we decided that I would go with him; more accurately, I went FOR him and he came along to watch the baby and navigate.  Del and Colleen picked the kids up from school for us, and we picked them up when we were through.  Luckily, today was a light day; there were only six deliveries that needed to be made, and three of them were in one apartment complex.

Christina did remarkably well for the amount of time she had to spend in her carseat today; she melted down at the end, but who can blame her?  It had been hours since she’d nursed, and she’d only had two thirty minute naps so far; I nursed her in the parking lot at Walgreen’s and she fell asleep; she was so deeply asleep that she didn’t wake up when I put her in her carseat — and that almost never happens.

When we got to Del and Colleen’s to get the kids, I found them upstairs jumping on the little trampoline.  Colleen had the Maine cousins on the phone, trying in vain to get Angelina and Alexander to say hi to them.  Clint took the phone and asked little Andrew what he’d done today; the response:  “Well, as far as I can remember… I worked on….”  (I don’t remember what he said he worked on, but it’s just funny to hear a seven-year-old start a reply like that.)  : )

We stopped at Sonic so I wouldn’t have to worry about fixing dinner for the kids, and before we knew it it was bedtime.  The kids are in separate rooms now, and they’re so proud that they know how to start their own bedtime music on their computers; Alexander had to demonstrate for us — it was pretty cute.

We watched an episode of Buffy while we ate and, since it was “to be continued,” we watched the next episode while we ate some of Clint’s birthday cake.

Now, Clint and Christina are asleep — the kids have been, for hours - and it’s time for me to join them. . . .