Well, another sweltering day in New Orleans with sick babies, but we made the most of it. Let’s see, highlights of our day included taping blankets on a box, sewing yarn on a sock and creating a puppet theater; wearing fairy wings and emptying out the refrigerator for a “picnic;” dancing foolishly and wildly around the living room (with kids so captivated they didn’t even participate at first, just watched me, stupefied, as I ran in circles whipping my head around while gyrating various body parts and whooping until I was nauseous); and my personal favorite, taping tiny bits of cotton to our chins to make gnome beards. Ah yes, another productive day in the life of a stay-at-home mom with a Harvard degree.
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