After a super long holiday break and a three week hiatus from writing, it’s good to be back in the swing of things this week. Our new year started with some sickness, including the Kindergartener having a reaction to an antibiotic she was on over Christmas. On about day two of her prednisone therapy I thought I was going to need to swig some prednisone myself just to keep up with her energy level. But, we survived and she will be fine so long as she avoids penicillin products {and steroids} from now on.
While it’s not quite as serious as a drug allergy, the 3rd Grader asked me over the break if people who are lactose intolerant can have toast. It took me a minute, but then I figured out how she arrived at this concern. Lac-toast. I don’t think that one is in the annals of allergy, but you never know. I’m sure someone out there is toast intolerant.
Speaking of confusing terms and vocabulary, the 5th Grader has been practicing for her school spelling bee. She gets frustrated with me when I try to help her with the words at home, so this past weekend she and my mom went to Panera and worked through some of them there. We met up with them for dinner and they couldn’t wait to show us their new favorite words:
incommode [in-kuh-mohd] verb
meaning: to inconvenience or discomfort; disturb; trouble
discommode [dis-kuh-mohd] verb
meaning: to cause inconvenience to; disturb, trouble, or bother
commodious [kuh-moh-dee-uh s] adjective
meaning: spacious and convenient; roomy
Who knew so many words could be made using the root word: commode? And, you’ll note that none of these have anything to do with a bathroom. I still think it’s risky business to compliment someone on their new home by saying, “Oh, I love it! It’s just so commodious!” But, you might be able to impress the right person with these fancy new words if you haven’t already incorporated them into your vocabulary.
Speaking of people {or pets} who have been troubled or incommoded, Rosie would like me to mention how she fared over the break. She enjoyed growing her hair out over the fall months and was quite happy with her long locks, despite the fact that she couldn’t see anything directly in front of her face.
But, yesterday she was robbed of all dignity when she went into her salon, also known as “the vet,” for a bath and a trim. I knew it was going to be bad when our sweet groomer called and said, “I know I say it every time, but I’ve just never seen a goldendoodle with this much curl to her hair. It’s matted again.”
Well, I’ve never seen a goldendoodle who looks like this… in the middle of the winter:
Bless it. I think she lost five pounds of hair. But, at least she kept those lashes!
The groomer suggested I get her a sweater. Little does she know, she loves sweaters. As in, she loves to walk backwards in them until she can slide them off her neck and chew holes in them.
Nevertheless, I’m in the market for a warm and feminine dog vest, cardigan, or turtleneck.
Honestly, something like this might do just as well:
Doug and I haven’t laughed so much in a while!