Baths & Music

Collette woke from a dream about OLeif’s place of work going under through the terrorist schemes of Osama bin Laden’s younger brother. It was an unusual experience in the realms of the non-real.
Linnea had also had dreams.
“Dad woke me up from my dream with a polar bear,” she had told Collette the previous evening.
Saturday morning it was time for a musical rehearsal. By nine o’clock, Collette and Puck dropped off OLeif at the church doors where Linnea was already gathered with the other children for the church Christmas play.
She was already sitting with her friends talking with John Smith by the time Collette and Puck arrived inside.
When she walked up to the risers to sing, Puck suddenly saw her there for the first time.
“Lila!” he cried. “Lila! Lila!”
Linnea grinned back at him and waved. Then she sang her songs and recited her verse while Puck sat and watched, and then amused himself with the pack of Collette’s colored pens and the box for recycled paper.
Once the kiddies had finished, they stormed into the atrium for Rice Krispy treats and juice pouches.
Then over to the Silverspoon’s, where the Christmas tree had been resurrected. Puck immediately hustled over to the lower branches to take a few swings at the ornaments. Glittering, red, green, and gold.
The afternoon was reserved for a much-needed sink bath for the chubby. After some screaming of terror, he finally succumbed to the bubbles, and giggled happily for a half hour or more with his Nana while OLeif mixed up a quadruple-sized batch of chocolate chip cookies.
Theodore bid on eBay while Collette ate dinner around a PBS special on Celtic Women. And Izzy was at a twelve-hour day of rehearsals and brief appearances in a play at Missouri Baptist.