To Reykjavik

Sunday, March 22, 2009

On the day before intended departure, five o’clock in the morning, OLeif found it necessary to relieve his stomach of its contents. It wasn’t a good sign.
“Daddy eew,” said Puck seriously, hanging out in his crib with his ukulele. “Daddy eew.”
Later, he made his red rubber-tipped spoon into a vacuum cleaner on his highchair. This was followed with watching his lion DVD again.
“Chicken!” he called happily, when he saw a hippo swimming in a pond.
Then he and Collette drew vacuum cleaners with racing stripes.
OLeif concluded that the stomach irritation had come, yet again, from consuming acetophenamine on an empty stomach, combined with a migraine-level headache, which was not uncommon with changes in the weather. Perhaps an allergic reaction to the medication.
Later in the morning, Puck asked to see Collette’s Israel photo book, crying out for “Sun water! Sun water!” (meaning, pictures of Carrie-Bri in the Dead Sea), and “Aunt Kitty! Aunt Kitty!”.
Toward the afternoon, OLeif began to feel better, still resting in bed, however.
Puck was going to have fun that week. Carrie had already made plans to take him to the Zoo in the Eddie Bauer monkey leash that she had bought for him, complete with dog backpack which she had stuffed with candy corn and stickers.
Once OLeif was up to snuff, the three ran over to the house for some pizza and to pick up some camera equipment for the trip.
Carrie tried out the leash on the little man, which looked like a dog taking a ride on his back.
“Hi, dog,” Puck said over his shoulder.
Then he asked to hold the leash so he could walk himself around the house.
“Anyone want anything in particular while we’re over there?” Collette asked.
“Geothermal energy,” said Dad.
“I want a lamb,” said Carrie. “I’ve always wanted to be a shepherdess.”
“Bring me back a volcano!” Rose exclaimed.
“Better yet,” Carrie whispered, as Rose left the room. “Drop her in one. She’d just fall to the bottom and cross her arms and say, ‘Let me out!’”
Then Rose changed her request to a hand-knit sweater.
After dropping off their sweet chubby with his Nana, and a brief meet-up with Joe to say goodbye, it was time to return home to wrap up everything.

Then tomorrow — to Reykjavik.

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