have I forgotten your birthday?

Many apologies. My mind is a sieve with really big holes. Maybe more like a colander.  If I am confessing, I might add: leaving Henry’s antibiotic in my grandparents’ refrigerator. This was worry my grandmother. I also forgot to give Henry the antibiotic.

A small redeeming point to this story (and why the next sentence was not, it was a long a tiring drive back to Green Bay and home) is that the antibiotic came in 3 bottles. And he is taking it for 2 weeks. So it might work out.

I had made a little vow to myself to post every day with May. Ha! Not even 2 days in a row. At least it was not a public vow.

We attended a lovely wedding on Saturday. The wedding was nearly archetypal for a family wedding in my extended family. Catholic ceremony – Miranda made her 2nd Communion. She was delighted.  There was dancing and family style chicken. The bride and groom were sweet together and I wish them every happiness. We achieved about half the family dancing (which is higher than normal), resisted making toasts or fools of ourselves, and thoroughly exhausted the children. Miranda was determined to dance the Chicken Dance. Henry gave up about 5 minutes before it was played – he laid down on 3 chairs on the side of the dance floor and watched us squawk, flap and squat with sleepy eyes.

Henry starts T-ball tomorrow. Miranda can bring family to music class on Tuesday. Henry has his mother’s day show at preschool on Wednesday. And there is a half day of school on Friday.  I may have to resort to writing on my hand to make it everywhere.