Ugh. I got sick yesterday while I was at work. It’s always amazing to me how fast a cold can come on. I woke up in the morning and I felt completely normal. At 10 a.m. I had a meeting with my new boss and it was during that meeting that suddenly my throat felt just ever so slightly “off.” You know, just that subtle little tickle or scratch you get that is barely there at first. An hour later it was definitely a little scratchy and by 3ish or so I was heavily suspicious that I was headed down a bad path.

By nighttime the cough and sore throat had set in big time. Ahhh – nooooooo!!! I hate being sick! It got so bad that I didn’t even feel like having wine last night. That’s just crazy talk, I know.

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reality bites

[Note: I’ve decided to forfeit Flashback Friday for a Current Friday post this week. Why? Well, why not? So, let’s get started.]

The whole time our house was on the market Ian showed nothing but excitement over the prospect of moving to a new house. Recently, after dragging he and Elena around to Sunday open houses had become a bit of the norm, we even found a way to keep him engaged that he seemed to really like: We’d have him rate each house on a scale of 1 to 10. Oddly enough, each house either seemed to be a 1 or a 10. A man of extremes, I suppose. Anyway, the point is that he’s been really on board with this whole moving thing. Of course, that was before September 7. (Also known as the first day of kindergarten.)

Today I picked up Ian from school and when we got home, it was just he and I as Jeff and Elena were not home yet. He was sitting on the stairs having me help him untie his double-knotted shoes when I said, “Ian, you know that as of today this house is no longer our house.” He looked at me. “What??” “Well, Doug and Sara own our house now and we are paying them to let us live here for a while. It’s like we are just borrowing it from them.” This look of grave concern crossed his face. “Oh. Well, do we have a new place to live yet?” “No, not yet but we will.”

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no escape

Tonight we did something very unusual for us (uh huh…) and went out to dinner because we were too lazy to make something at home. Well, okay, I actually have a little better excuse than that.

You see a couple of months ago we started replicating this dish at home that we sometimes get out for lunch on the weekends at a place called Cafe Yumm. They make these, well, um, “yummy” (gee, do you think that’s where they go the name from?) rice bowls that are disguised as healthy with brown rice, avocado, tomato, olives, cilantro, a dollop (love that word) of sour cream, some salsa…. That is, until they add about a cup of the main ingredient, which is their special “Yumm” sauce. And oh, it’s yummy alright. Yummy, and chock full of fat. I’ve been afraid to look at the fat content, but it’s safe to say that it’s scarier than Zach when he’s missed a dose of his Prozac.

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wasn’t it just yesterday…

It wasn’t until Ian actually hit this big milestone of starting elementary school this year that I realized what a big deal it is emotionally. I mean, to realize that your firstborn is starting a whole new stage of their life and that they are no longer your baby going to daycare or preschool. Wow. This is definitely real and different and, well, it just seems significant.

So, of course you as a parent you can’t help but think, “Wasn’t it just yesterday that I was holding him in my arms as a newborn and now he’s getting on the bus by himself?”

Yes, I believe it was.

Ian Glenn Burpo, January 10, 2006, Arlington, Virginia