In the Farmer's Market: Strawberries! Stephanie picked up a quart of fresh strawberries at the Little Acres farmstand for us. The three boys ate the entire batch in one sitting.

Watching: The series finale of Deep Space Nine. More of that silly Prophets/Paghwraiths subplot with the mystical mumbojumbo. Still, I will miss this series. I came to prefer it to Next Generation because it presented a darker, more complex view of both humanity and the Federation.

Three For Three

At dinner last night Matthew began crying, saying he couldn't swallow because his throat hurt. The pediatrician who saw Stephen yesterday had told me that the office would be open this morning from 8:30 to 12:30. So after dinner I called the office and left a message on the voicemail, asking to make an appointment for Matthew. I didn't expect to hear anything until the office opened in the morning, but to my surprise, one of the doctors called me back within an hour and told me to bring Matthew in at 8:45 this morning. Both Tab and I were impressed with the quick response. As I wrote last month, I hadn't known much about this practice before selecting one of the doctors there as the boys' primary care pediatrician, but so far we have been quite pleased.

Poor Matthew seemed so uncomfortable last night, I gave him some of Stephen's antibiotic to get a headstart on treating what I was sure was the same disease. The throat culture today confirmed that Matthew does indeed have strep throat. Once again, I dropped off a prescription for amoxicillin at CVS, the third in four days. I'm praying that I don't get another case of strep, too.

3:15 p.m. The twins are napping now and Daniel is in his room building his K'Nex creations. The little guys must be tired. We spent several hours from late morning to early afternoon at the shady playground. The boys ran around most of the time, except for the few minutes they spent eating the picnic lunch I brought. Even Matthew seemed to have revived.

For most of our visit, we were the only ones there. Then a mother and a four- or five-year old boy approached. The boy stopped in his tracks when he saw my crew. His mother seemed to be encouraging him to enter the playground, but he would not. They sat for awhile on a bench at the entrance, then ambled off. I guess my wild bunch scared the poor kid away.

9:35 p.m. Tab is photographing his cousin Noelle's wedding today. He left at 10:30 this morning and won't be back until very late tonight. I miss him when he is gone all day, especially in the evenings when the boys are in bed. It seems strange not to have talked to him at all today. Even during the week when he is at work, we usually talk on the phone at lunch time to catch up on the morning's events. I think it is one of the things that has helped our relationship stay strong--the fact that we share the little moments of our days with each other.

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