Pai: (brushing past me loaded with computer bag and diaper bag, blowing a kiss)
Me: (rushing to greet her outside the apartment on our front steps) Shhhhh! (whispering excitedly) Hello, Molly my dear!
Molly: (gigantic hug) MAMA! Hello! Mano (brother)? (calling over my shoulder) MANO (brother)!
Me: Shhhhh. (whispering) Hush now. Your Mano (brother) is sleeping.
Molly: (concerned) Mano (brother)?
Me: Your Mano (brother) is a bit sick.
Molly: (sitting on the top step, defeated) Sad. Amália Sad. Mano (brother).
Me: (sitting next to her) I know it is sad. You wanted to play with Mano (brother), did you?
Molly: (beaming) SIM! (remembering) Sad.
Me: Your Mano (brother) needs to sleep. He has a bad cold. He has been sick all day.
Me: (rubbing her back)
Molly: Dinosaur sad. (pointing to her leftover birthday party decorations). Dinosaurs all gone. Sad.
Me: It is very sad there are no more dinosaurs. They are all gone. All we have are fossils.
Me: Oh no, Amália cannot play with Mano (brother). Amália cannot play with dinosaurs. It is all very sad.
Molly: (perking up) Oh papa! PAPA!
Pai: Sim, filha? Anda cá! Brinque com Pai! (Yes, daughter? Come here! Play with dad!)
Molly: Oh papa! I catch you. (toddling to her feet and up the last step into the house) I catch you! (running to find her Pai (dad)
I often sing this amazing Lori Henriques song to our Molly as a lullaby since she loves dinosaurs and I love Lori Henriques songs. Her music is magical for ALL AGES. Consider a CD for a holiday gift this year!!! Perfect music for a long car ride and don’t forget her brother’s amazing site Made by Joel (who illustrated this video) filled with fun art activities for all ages.
Hank is sick and he has been unable to talk since he came home from taking his test yesterday so for fun (and to gage how much we need to work on his writing and spelling in English, Jeeeeeesh) here is an interview with Hank.
Interview With Hank
November 29, 2016
(sick day, can’t talk)
How old are you? 8 9
What is your favorite food?
Vitela (veal stake with a friend egg and french fries)
Who are your best friends?
Joana, Clara, Irina, Mariama
What do you must love about school? Working Stuing (Studying)
What is your favorite family ferias (vacation)? Why?
When we rented the Ford because I love that car and Gramy and Granpa Snitch.
What is your favorite food?
Me: Coffee is food?
Hank: (whispers) You asked me this twice!
Hank: (whispers, smiling) You need more coffee, mama.
What is your favorite part about being a big brother?
Beeing Hooged (Being Hugged)
Where would you most want to travel to? Why? Luxemburg [because it’s] Cool
Hank taking a study break this weekend to build towers with his sister (so she could knock them down). AND for all the Portuguese reading this conversation… YES, I know Molly is barefoot. It is an endless battle to keep something on her feet. Notice the socks right behind her and I have her slippers in my hand while taking this photo to reapply to her feet for the ten-millionth time that day.
Me: (turning on the light and entering Hank and Molly’s bedroom, yawning) Oh good gawd. Good morning, chickens.
Hank: (horse) Mama.
Me: Oh no, you sound worse.
Hank: (horse, voice failing him) But I didn’t have a nose bleed in the night so that is a bonus (cough, cough).
Me: Ms. Molly McGoo! You woke up the whole house 4 times in the night so now it is my turn: (rattling her crib) WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!
Molly: (groggy, stuffed lion over her face, muffled) NO!
Hank: I slept terrible.
Me: (sitting in the rocking chair, pulling my knees to my chest) We all slept terrible.
Hank: Mama, can you feel my testa (forehead)?
Me: (abandoning the comfort of the rocking chair) I have no doubt you have a mild fever. (feeling his forehead) Yup, you are officially not going to school.
Hank: But I have to! I have my Portuguese test.
Me: This is why there are makeup tests.
Pai: (entering the room) He needs to go unless he is dying.
Hank: This is a big end of term test. It is to prove I have learned. I have to take it.
Me: But you are sick!
Pai: I will pick him up right after the test, but trust me, it is better if he goes.
Hank: This happens every test. Someone from our class is sick and they come only for the test.
Me: But how can you expect to do you best ill?
Hank: I studied really hard this weekend. I rested. I did nothing but study and rest.
Me: True, but…
Hank: Erica Sofia was so sick once. She had a fever and a grip (flu) and she came for our Math test. You should come unless you are in the hospital or someone dies.
Me: I don’t like this.
Hank: My teacher knows I was getting sick. On sexta-feira (Friday) she felt my neck because she saw I was coughing and have trouble swallowing. She told me to rest this weekend so I could come to the test.
Me: But you are probably contagious. And how is your head? I bet you have a headache!
Hank: Mama, I am miserable. All I want to do is stay in bed, watch modern family and have sick noodle soup, but I am ready and I need to take this test with my class.
Pai: I will go and pick him up at noon. You can do anything for three hours.
Hank: (struggling to clear his sore throat) Kids at university take tests sick all the time.
Me: That is true. I took a million exams ill, but your not at university. YOU are in fourth grade.
Pai: This is the way of things.
Hank: And I will drink some of your magic tea (Fresh honey, ginger, lemon tea).
Pai: And I will give him a bit of paracetamol (Tylenol).
Me: (wrapping him in a big hug) I don’t like this.
Hank: Me neither! I’m sick!
Me: And you are never sick.
Hank: (getting squeezed) Mama? Tea.
Me: I’m on it.
Molly: (full diva) Melk. Mama! Melk (Milk).
Me: Yes, I will get you some milk, MaGoo. My goodness, my babies are growing up so fast. Promise me, Hank. Promise me you will not cough all over Erica Sofia (Hank’s desk mate).
Hank: I promise.
Me: And you will tell your teacher you are sick and leaving after the test.
Hank: I promise.
Me: And you will put your head down at intervalo (recess).
Hank: I don’t know if I can, but I will ask. I don’t want to go outside today. My body hurts. (coughing) I can hide in the Library. My librarian is so nice and she will understand.
Me: Oh lord.
Hank: Mama! I will be fine. Tea, please. I need to get dressed.
Molly: (hanging over the bars of her crib) Melk, peeeees (milk please).
Me: Right. Act normal, Hanford. (walking to the kitchen) Different cultures, different rules. Different cultures, different rules. Different cultures… (yelling for all to hear) I still think this is insane!!!!
Pai: (from the bathroom) Noted!
Hank: (horse, voice failing) Mama, it is gonna be okay!