W is in bed, sick, asleep, and the munchkins are following suit, just not quite so sick, merely a nagging cough here and there.
Sometimes it almost feels overwhelming to watch Iain and Ria, asleep. I try to imagine the dreams in their heads. Ria is running away, wherever she is, exploring the far reaches of wherever she can get to before I catch up with her. I'm sure she's saying "No, Mamma. No!" Iain is building something, possibly with white PVC sprinkler system pipe (3/4", to be precise, $9 can buy you alot of joy at the hardware store. The extra $10 for the pipe cutter is worth it, by the way.) Possibly a cast iron bridge, or a dome....or maybe he's dreaming that Rachel has built up that stack of newspapers she's promised him so that we can build the newspaper geodesic dome he is hankering to try after watching a PBS Building Big show. (I'm actually dreading the weekend when the stack comes home, shamefully. Its going to take HOURS.)
Their beautiful little child bodies sleep peacefully, their minds exploding and their bodies growing. I wonder who they will be in 1 year, 10 years, 30 years. I wonder who *I* will be, when I grow up. I do know, however, that tomorrow morning they will wake bright and early, and explode with more energy than any 32 or 43 pound being has a right to own. ...and my poor 40 year old body will cry for more caffeine, while watching them, alternately exasperated and amazed.
I'd best get to bed ;-). Just finished Terry Pratchett's "Nation". Wonderful!
(i'll undoubtedly re-classify this as a draft tomorrow night, when i plan to do a little more catch-up on the back dated blog photos, and give it back to y'all once i've caught up....)
