Week ending May 4, 2008: An early entry this week since we are off to Florida, and a condo with no WIFI (the horror!). Chloe started ballet this week and says she likes it. I’ll have to take her word for it as there is no observation glass in her classroom and no room for 12 parents to sit in there and watch. Poor Alex gets to sit in the lobby with me and 11 other moms and 11 other siblings. He doesn’t seem to mind though. Chloe says she is learning “French Ballet” because the words like “plie”, “releve” etc are French.
The kids are having a bad day today because our cat Wanda died. Actually I had her euthanized, but all they know is that she died at the vet’s office. When I explained that I was taking Wanda to the vet because she was very sick and very old they asked “why?” and I said her stomach isn’t working right, she throws up all the time, and her body isn’t getting enough nutrients from her food so she’s getting very skinny (“nutrients” is a word with which the kids are familiar). Chloe said maybe she has bacteria in her tummy and Alex said her white blood cells need to fight. They wanted to pet her to see if she was ok. I found her in her usual closet hideout and pulled her down so they could pet her. When I came home from the vet, Chloe ran over to the car and asked if Wanda was home. I explained that Wanda died at the vet. “Why?” Her heart stopped beating and she stopped breathing. Oh. “That means we have to go to the pet store and get another pet?” Not today. I suggested we say a prayer. We thanked God for our time with Wanda, and wished her a happy after life. It was several minutes later when it seemed to hit both kids. Chloe flopped in a pile on the steps and whined “I MISS Wanda!”. I pulled her onto my lap and we cuddled for a while. Alex came over and told me he had been singing a song about Wanda dying. I asked if he’d like to sing it for me to hear. He said we’d have to go outside to sing it. He paced back and forth across the front lawn and sang “Wanda have died. God is this nice? No!” over and over. I guess everyone deals with sorrow in their own ways. Just for an extra kick-in-the-pants, I later discovered that Wanda had peed on Alex’s bed before I’d taken her to the vet. Anyway, hopefully we’ll have a nice trip next week to distract us.
The kids are having a bad day today because our cat Wanda died. Actually I had her euthanized, but all they know is that she died at the vet’s office. When I explained that I was taking Wanda to the vet because she was very sick and very old they asked “why?” and I said her stomach isn’t working right, she throws up all the time, and her body isn’t getting enough nutrients from her food so she’s getting very skinny (“nutrients” is a word with which the kids are familiar). Chloe said maybe she has bacteria in her tummy and Alex said her white blood cells need to fight. They wanted to pet her to see if she was ok. I found her in her usual closet hideout and pulled her down so they could pet her. When I came home from the vet, Chloe ran over to the car and asked if Wanda was home. I explained that Wanda died at the vet. “Why?” Her heart stopped beating and she stopped breathing. Oh. “That means we have to go to the pet store and get another pet?” Not today. I suggested we say a prayer. We thanked God for our time with Wanda, and wished her a happy after life. It was several minutes later when it seemed to hit both kids. Chloe flopped in a pile on the steps and whined “I MISS Wanda!”. I pulled her onto my lap and we cuddled for a while. Alex came over and told me he had been singing a song about Wanda dying. I asked if he’d like to sing it for me to hear. He said we’d have to go outside to sing it. He paced back and forth across the front lawn and sang “Wanda have died. God is this nice? No!” over and over. I guess everyone deals with sorrow in their own ways. Just for an extra kick-in-the-pants, I later discovered that Wanda had peed on Alex’s bed before I’d taken her to the vet. Anyway, hopefully we’ll have a nice trip next week to distract us.
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