Sunday afternoon, we took The Boy to see Mary Poppins. I still have a review percolating inside, so I'll say that we all had a great time! The boys got to bed at nice, normal hours; we got to bed at a normal hour, getting ready for work the next morning.
Sunday night / Monday morning, I woke up at 2:30, sweating and dizzy and achy and sore. Long story short, I had strep throat, a touch of the flu, and thought I was going to die. I spent all day Monday and Tuesday in bed (there goes $240 from work, right out the window - no sick days for temps). The Wife and Grandparents did an amazing job helping me out, taking care of the boys so that I didn't have to do more than recuperate. (I also watched "Afro Samurai" and the followup movie, which was cool.)
I returned to work on Wednesday, worked a full day, then chased after children until The Wife came back from her lessons. Afterward, an exceptionally rare thing occurred: The Wife and I actually had a nice, long conversation that WASN'T an emergency! We talked about The Boy's sleeping arrangements (still with us, not back in his own bed from Christmastime), our Make-A-Wish trip to Disney World (asking for next Christmas), the benefits and drawbacks about asking for intelligence testing for The Boy (looking ahead to potential learning disabilities caused by chemotherapy side-effects), and a bunch of other, similar things.
Interesting things: The Boy has been opening up more about school, telling me with whom he's played or activities he's done (like sitting in the story circle or singing a song). He's also been doing "aleph-bet yoga" with Mum and myself: making yoga positions that are evocative of aleph-bet (Hebrew alphabet) letters. This has now extended into the alphabet and numbers, although those two things he'll do with me and helping me. It's fun.
Younger Bro has been using more and more words identifying things and answering questions. "Do you want to sit in your chair? Yes or no?" "Yes!" He's also shown a pretty amazing knowledge of stuff. Today, we said, "Aleph!" as part of the yoga, and he said, "Aleph! Bet! Gimmel!" fairly clearly! We started to count, and he kept going: "4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10!" (He needed some help with 10.)