Parenting with Covid and Some Weird Thoughts

Can the tooth fairy come if we all have Covid? Koby's about to lose a tooth. Guess we will find out.

Do I really need a tea bag if I can't taste the tea - like why? (been doing about 4-5 cups per bag)

Do you even wear deodorant when you can't smell and sit in a room by yourself all day?

Parenting with Covid:

Parenting has been really different in the last week. Matt was on for the four days I was totally out of it (when mommy had no vote, Koby got a haircut - from Matt, obviously - I do not agree with. I was definitely not parenting at all). Then I had a few hours of trying to parent when Matt was sick and I felt better for a minute. Then we found out I had Covid, assumed Matt did too, and we went upstairs and left the kids to be on their own. Monday afternoon and Tuesday all day, they did it.

Samara made breakfast and lunch. My mom facetimed someone through getting himself some sort of food. I don't even know who. They set a time to clean up. They were on their own to play in the am, then after clean up and lunch, they could do a screeny thing if they wanted to. There was a lot of basement football. There was a lot of football on tv. There was also a lot of youtube kids. Some Encanto here and there. They showered before dinner. Matt set up dinner and walked away. They went up at 7 to brush teeth and put themselves to bed. One night my in-laws read them a book on the phone while they were in bed. We said goodnight through the walls. It was really sad.

Super useful item: walkie talkies. Friends brought over a few, and we could parent by walkie talkie. "mom can I have a gogurt. over" "yes. over." "Kids, can someone please get the bag of stuff someone left at the door (out of the rain), and then lock the door? over." "we got it! but we don't know how to lock the door. over" "Mom, koby won't leave me alone. over." "Koby, please leave Samara alone. over." Super effective.

Then Tuesday night Elie got pretty sick, and we rapid tested him just to be sure (I was still feeling terrible, so to try to parent a sick kid at 2 am with a mask and distance when you're sick...it's not easy), and I brought him in with me. Bad cough and fever. We listened to two hours of podcasts. He finally fell asleep but it woke me up because his breathing was so loud. Wow to lie next to my child that I made super sick while he struggles to breathe...that sucked.

Wednesday morning we swapped. Before the sick were isolated and the well were out. By Wednesday morning Elie was super sick, Koby sleeps in a room with Elie and spends every second with him and also had coughed a few times. Samara was still fine. So we locked Samara in her room and the four of us went out into the house without masks. We cleaned out the kids' bathroom for Samara only. Window open in there w the fan. Window cracked in her room. Only outside with a mask, and when we are near her room we are wearing masks. We thought it would be impossible that she doesn't have it already, because she was with Matt on Saturday and Sunday and the boys on Mon and Tues, but she had no symptoms, so even though we secretly hope she has it and we can hop on a plane to Disney, I didn't feel comfortable until we had a positive test. Wednesday morning she tested negative on a rapid (which clearly means she doesn't have it, right? Just kidding).

Our parents keep telling us they want to help (which we super appreciate). They want to send dinner. We can order dinner. We cannot order socializing with our children and entertaining them. My dad has played chess with Elie. All four grandparents have taken Koby's (VERY LONG AND VERY DETAILED) step by step drawing lessons. My mom has literally watched movies with my kids. My brother played hours of settlers with Elie (and Luis, our AI friend) today. I don't have energy to talk to them, and I would cough if I did, so boy do I appreciate that they have someone to talk to and do something with.

This is Bubbie's drawing lesson (don't mind our mess on the table - we were packed for a 13 hour drive to MI, so everything is everywhere).

Random very important note found on the floor in the family room when I finally came downstairs.

I hadn't seen Samara in days. So we met outside the other day. She went for a walk with Matt today.

We took all the kids to PCR tests yesterday. Since I got sick first, I figured I was less contagious (I don't know if that's true, because Matt is essentially better, and I am still super sick). A friend dropped off an N95, so I drove separately to Revere (half hour) with Samara with the windows down and absolutely no talking. Before we were out of Newton I realized I couldn't make it without coughing, so I pulled over, got out, put a cough drop in my mouth and put my mask back on. I made it last the whole ride there. After the test I got out and put in a new one for the ride home. Matt took the boys.

We never allow food in the family room. We have now had popsicles on the couch, lunch on the floor. Whatever. Koby did a great job sweeping up when he created a crumb train. Thank god we finished the basement so the boys - or just Koby alone when Elie wasn't feeling well - could play football. It's a bit of chaos, but hey - I'm mostly upstairs so who really cares. One day we will clean it up. 

On the health update:

Koby was up last night for a bit with a sore throat and cough, but he's almost totally fine. His test yesterday was inconclusive, so Matt brought him back today. There is no way he doesn't have it. But very mild.

Elie had one really bad day of 102, lethargy, stomach pain (?) and really bad cough and also sore throat. He is down to a sore throat here and there and an awful cough. He tested positive yesterday.

Samara remains asymptomatic and tested negative on a pcr yesterday (wtf - how???). She has PCRs scheduled for Monday morning and Tuesday morning. She is literally alone all day in her room. She did 18 (negotiated from 20) laps around the back yard today just to move her body and get some fresh air.

Matt had about 36 hours total where he wasn't real well, and he has a tiny bit of congestion left, but he's mostly back to normal.

I was feeling better - I haven't had a fever since Sunday night, and I just had a cough and generally was tired, until some nausea came. Two nights ago I thought I had nausea from being carsick from scrolling for PCR appointments for my kids. But then it came back last night/late afternoon, and I really didn't feel well. Today the whole day I felt (and feel now) super nauseous. I also feel so incredibly tired. And my cough is really terrible. I am starting to get mad and am very ready to feel better soon. Like tomorrow would be great, thanks. (miriam bat sarah if you want to throw in a prayer for me - I'll take anything)

And finally on the how did I get it front:

Doc I spoke with on Monday said I likely got it last Monday. Last Monday evening I had a cardio tennis class. I know I previously said I was the craziest of the crazies - and I totally was. This was the one thing I did that I thought was a little risky, but I didn't think it was THAT risky, because everyone was vaccinated, there were six people max in the class (last Mon there were four), and it's in a huge tennis bubble of four courts in an area where EVERYONE like (95% or something similar) is vaccinated. I was going to four classes. Cardio tennis is so so fun, and my cheeks are usually sore from smiling, because it's so incredibly fun and happy for me. I took classes outside until November when it moved inside, and Matt and I discussed, and he was ok with me doing this one risky thing. Last week I definitely thought twice as we were going to Michigan and omicron was in Boston, but it's so few people (and LORD people were going to PARTIES and doing indoor dinners, playdates, concerts, plays, etc., and they were not getting covid, so probably I won't get it from this ONE fricken thing I'm doing. I wore a mask. One other person in the class did last week. The other two and the instructor didn't. I was never within six feet of anyone for more than a couple of seconds. I didn't even take off my mask for a second, BUT it was admittedly a crappy athleta mask and not a good KN95, which I was wearing for everything else (quick grocery shopping, library runs). I did understand that I was taking a risk, but genuinely it felt fairly small. My instructor originally said he and I both got it from an instructor on the next court over. But when I got more info, I learned my instructor started to feel off on Tuesday, so he likely gave it to me on Monday night. I didn't even have a one-on-one conversation with him, and I also left early before stretching (to make it to Family Games Night on Zoom!), so it is still really insane that it happened.

And I'm mad that I didn't do anything, had a bunch of tension with family and friends (and plenty with Matt) about risks and I'M THE ONE WHO GOT IT and gave it to my entire family. And, most people are getting such mild cases, and I am still so sick. I literally spent two years of my life avoiding this exact situation - our family being sick, not being able to parent, plus I really was (and am) scared of Covid. It's scary. I really really didn't want it. 

The Positives

After spending nearly two years doing everything I can to keep our family safe from Covid, I may no longer need to try!! (at least for a little while).

I am often, but not always, the craziest of the crazies with Covid. My kids and I had our first indoor playdates with masks two weeks ago. I waited until there were about zero cases before I went into one of my best friends' new house that they bought in June 2020. It was a year before I toured (quickly) their new home. Two weeks ago I sent a "Covid Protocol" email to our parents and brothers about our upcoming trip to Michigan. They expect that crazy from me, but no one else would have wanted it. Matt and I got in endless arguments about daily life. I haven't eaten inside since Feb 2020. I have only eaten outside at restaurants a few times. I could feel the "what would Melanie be comfortable with" when friends planned hangouts - it wasn't always what they would have done without me. 

We canceled our trip to Michigan over Thanksgiving because cases were shooting up in Michigan. We were supposed to fly there on Friday am the 24th. We got a 5:30am flight because I'm that crazy. Even that wasn't good enough. 

Wednesday am Matt and I decided it would be too stressful (for me!) to fly because of this Omicron shenanigans, so we would drive on Thursday. We got the dog picked up early, we packed, we got the kids from school and told them we were leaving early the next morning. Then in the early evening or so, I felt a weird thing in the top of my chest/bottom of my throat. Kept feeling it all night, so I took my temp - above normal but below 100. Well, we're headed to grandparents, so for peace of mind, I thought I would test for Covid - and then again in the morning when we were all going to test before we left for the 13 hour drive. Negative. Phew.

Woke up on Thursday and still felt weird in my chest and also temp was above 100 plus a headache, achy, chills, the works. Ok - I will rest a day and see where we are at tomorrow. There's still time. I was able to send the kids off to school that day and then did a fair amount of work before I became catatonic and couldn't open my eyes. I then kicked Matt out of our room and told him I was isolating just in case - even if it's the flu, he's off work and can take care of the kids. (I didn't come out of the room until Sunday afternoon). Another rapid Covid test. Negative. Ok - must be flu.

Friday I only wanted chicken soup. I watched an entire season of Succession. TEN HOURS. Fever. Cough. Another Covid test. Negative. That's three if you're counting. BinaxNow.

Saturday I was still feeling super shitty but fever was lower and I could think about possibly going to Michigan, but we didn't want to infect anyone - even if it's the flu, we can't travel sick when hospitals are full. No beds means no beds. I called a good friend who is a pediatrician and smart person to ask about flu contagion, and she said, you know, you could still have Covid - this Omicron is doing weird things. So even if I have no fever but have a cough, by the way, no, we should not drive in a closed car with four well people for 13 hours. Ok trip canceled. Also Matt started clearing his throat a lot and he sounded like he got six shots of testosterone. Also I couldn't smell. I picked the skin of a clementine (zested, if you will), and I couldn't smell it. I couldn't smell my pits. I tried. There's no way my sick, sweaty body didn't smell. 

First Positive:

This was the day that I had my saddest realization about the last few days: No food prep. I didn't see my kids at all (they didn't facetime until Sunday). I did NOT ONE THING for anyone but myself. Nevermind that I was SUPER sick. I had a fever and felt awful. I could barely talk. I was coughing so much my body hurt all over. I realized that other than two trips that Shana and I have taken together (only the two of us), this was the most blissful and relaxing experience I have had since I became a mom. I mean - that is incredibly pathetic, but it's a positive of the situation. There have been two times where I stayed in bed, since I became a mom. One was for six months on bedrest, and we had full time help in Singapore. The other was when I had the flu at my parents' house, and my mom took my 2 kids. (things they don't tell you before you become a mom: you aren't allowed to get sick. ever).

Back to the story. We are at early Sunday am. I went on the search for a pcr test - with the rest of Massachusetts. Refresh refresh on CVS at 6am will get you far. Booked at test for that afternoon. Then booked one for Matt for the next day plus a flu test - because we think that's what we have. Still had a low fever and awful cough but on the upswing for sure. Left the room for the first time since Thursday to get my pcr test. Watched another season of Succession plus many games of Settlers of Catan with my brother and cousins online. Caught up with a few friends. Read. FB scrolled. Twitter scrolled. Bliss. My temperature was above normal but below 100. Feeling better for sure.

Second Positive:

I woke up this morning and had no fever. I felt like a person. A coughing person with a weak voice, but a person. Matt had a fever. Ok - parent swap. I assume he's more contagious than I am, because a fever must be relevant to that? I cloroxed my room, changed the sheets, opened the windows, turned on the fan. Cleaned up all my stuff and moved out. I finally got to see my kids - at a distance and with a mask. Samara made breakfast. Samara made lunch. I ate outside. I waited for an hour to talk to my doctor's office (at 8am) and got a telehealth appointment for this afternoon. Placed an instacart order. Meal plan. Loads of laundry. Moving in a good direction. But then I was EXHAUSTED. Could barely breathe. Needed to rest and take off that mask. Then I got my pcr result: Positive.

I was genuinely not that surprised, because that taste/smell thing, but THREE NEGATIVE antigen tests? PS I gave it to Matt when I was testing negative with the antigen tests. So if we had tested and left for Michigan based on that and not my gut, we could have been there. BinaxTHREEDAYSLATER. Matt and I then did rapid tests just to see if maybe I wasn't using it right or something - and holy cow was mine positive. It just took multiple days of symptoms before it showed up. Matt's was less vivid but there. Then he started feeling better - no fever and way more energy than me and less antigen in his nostril, so he was back to parenting and I was back to my room - but those next few hours were all logistics and no Succession.

Some things I am thankful for. Some more Positives:

I am thankful it happened when it did. If this had happened even just a few hours later we could have been in Michigan at a grandparents' house. That would have been so so so so so incredibly stressful. AND Matt was off work, so he could take the kids for FOUR days while I blissed in Covid. We don't have to decide if we send the kids to school, because according to the CDC and our school district we can actually send them to school even now because they're fully vaccinated - that is insane because they were exposed in a deep way with Matt alllllll day on Saturday and Sunday with no mask. But at least we don't have to have that fight. Until Monday. And our kids don't have to miss school (yet).

I am thankful I don't seem to care that much (right this second) about not tasting. I had a just fine burger tonight and have had chicken soup, and it doesn't taste like metal or anything - just nothing. I have rather enjoyed not smelling my BO.

I am so thankful for Matt. He checked in on me. He warmed up the soup. He brought me everything and then took it away. He did everything for the kids. For days.

I am thankful that the CDC changed their guidance of isolation from ten to five days literally in the middle of our negotiation about school next week and when we should aim to get a pcr test for the kids. That helps a lot. Though we are still in negotiations.

I am thankful Rainey was picked up on Wednesday. At least SOMEONE is getting a vacation (this is where she boards, but don't tell anyone in the Boston area so there's still space for her)! AND she doesn't need us to walk her, etc. Though we miss her a lot. I could have used some dog cuddles when I didn't feel well.

I am thankful I had months of 2020 to hone my skills as an instacart expert. THOUGH that didn't stop me from getting $13 in red onions when I asked for 3 shallots ($2.30 usually). Anyone use red onions? Though probably no one wants anything from a covid house.

I am thankful my kids are not 1, 3 and 6. That would have been so stressful and just impossibly insane - though I'm sure there are thousands of families living that right now. I think it would have broken me. 6, 8 and 11 means they can make their own food, bathe themselves, charge their own ipad, etc - they're feral. We left them on their own this afternoon and evening, and they seem like they made it. Though it feels awful to have no one tuck your kids in and kiss them good night. I told them to facetime me in the am and I said goodnight from afar and masked. This is the first time in my life/their life that I truly miss them (I'm an awful mother who has gone on loads of international work trips. I have had opportunities.).

I am thankful my kids were fully vaccinated on Dec 22. I got Covid Dec 23. They were supposed to be fully vaxxed on Dec 28th, but we moved their second shot earlier because Matt was going to a work party (read: Matt does risky things), and we didn't want them to miss their shot, so we moved it up a week to Dec 8th. Thank god. AND I am thankful to Sarah for reminding me about this, so I could add this paragraph later :)

I am incredibly thankful for our neighborhood and people here. One friend made us a whole load of chicken soup and brought a pulse ox thingy (plus plus), which is so what we needed. Another brought us dinner. My cousin brought over dessert goodies for the kids. Another friend brought me a book to read (and offered to get the cream cheese we need, but it seems the cream cheese shortage has HIT NEWTON! I haven't told Koby - he will not cope well. Related: if anyone reading this sees cream cheese out there and drops it at our door, we will not say no). SO. Many. Offers to help us. Thank you.

I am thankful we have a lot of data when I'm getting Covid. I understand that the risk to everyone in our immediate family is so so so incredibly low (in fact when I thought I had the flu I had to remind myself that the threat of flu for all of us is probably higher, yet I'm so scared of Covid - it's a mind fuck). I have been telling people that again and again. I truly believe it. My anxiety would have been through the roof if I got Covid before lots of data. Thankful for data, age and health on our side (recognizing SO MANY PEOPLE are not this lucky).

I am thankful I don't have to fear Covid for myself and Matt (and who knows about the kids...3 negative rapids today but that means NOTHING!) at least for the next few months. Maybe we will fly somewhere. Oh, like Michigan and see our kids' fucking grandparents.

Some things I am not thankful for:

J&J and research saying we can get any vaccine. Matt seems ok. I was pretty sick. Though I'm sure they're still classified as "mild symptoms" it was no cold. We both got J&J in April and boosted with Pfizer in October. And I do have a history of asthma. Ok fine, I won't blame J&J, but I am still mad.

I was supposed to see my brother at Thanksgiving and now. And we will miss him. I think this may mean I won't see him for a year, which is WAY longer than I have ever not seen him before in my life - even though I lived abroad for ten years - we saw him a lot. Though back to a previous point, maybe I will fly to go visit him before the summer...

I am not thankful for my trust in rapid tests that misled me.

But look - that list of Positive things is long. Hopefully I will get only better. Matt will get better and the kids will not get it or have mild cases, and then we will be done. I feel scared to write that - because god forbid that's not what happens - but let's hope!

Just so I don't Forget

 I don't really have much of an update, but I don't want to forget this life. It's still weird, and the things I think about and spend time on are still weird, so I want to write a bit about it so it's somewhere. This is not well thought out. There are no themes. Just random, mostly chronological updates.

Since I last wrote, we are and have been still totally fine. Our parents came to visit in March, and it was so so nice to see them. At first it felt super weird to have people in our house, but we got used to it. First Fran and Tom came, then my parents. They were all vaccinated, so it felt less risky - at least we could stop worrying about accidentally killing our parents, which was a legit concern in the summer. They all drove to MA at our request, since no one in our house was vaccinated, and we didn't know if people who were vaccinated could carry covid. My parents were here for Passover, and it was so incredible to spend a holiday with family. Not only them, but we set up three separate tables outside, one for our family, one for Nancy and David and family and one for Eliot and Clara and family. My mom had the rest of the family on Zoom - though I was running around getting everything out and served and cleaned up, it was super super nice to be able to spend a holiday with family. 

Kids went back to school full time the first week of April. It was a HUGE change. When I saw kids seeing their friends for the first time in over a year, on that first day, I was crying. It felt so so nice to have everyone back together again and feel like one school community. Kids did great with masks and distance and weekly testing. We didn't have transmission at our school.

The first few days that the kids were back felt like bliss. Our house was QUIET. I gave myself a few days to clean stuff up and wrap my head around the situation, and then I slowly started my identity crisis. I had planned to figure out my professional situation in the fall, but I unexpectedly had all this time (we had a few weeks notice that they were going back full time). I didn't even have enough time to process stopping working for my old organization - now what did I want to do? After a few weeks of that kind of shenanigans, I decided to let go. I would take Rainey for long hikes. I decided to get back into my mountain biking, which I enjoy so much but haven't had the time (w no kids - do I hire a babysitter or ask Matt to be alone w 3 little kids - they are just NOW not little - just so I could indulge myself with mountain biking? The answer had been no!). I was going to just ENJOY the quiet and do what made me happy.

I also took care of myself. Since Rosh Hashana 2020 I had pain in my left foot. I couldn't walk without pain, and I definitely couldn't run at all. I could walk in hiking boots with reasonable pain. I finally went to the podiatrist and physical therapist and got myself together. Turns out it is cuboid syndrome (and a heck of a lot of messed up old injuries with my ankles), which apparently means some bone moves every time I walk, and that hurts. BUT if I put pressure on some spot on the outside of my foot, it doesn't hurt. So orthotics and physical therapy (twice a week for four months plus daily exercises at home) are helping me live with this and do everything I want to do.

Matt and I got vaccinated. We did some research, and it seemed like a good choice to get J&J. Seemed like it was going to be the one that all Americans got (easy transport, one shot), and it had been tested against the variants in S Africa and Brazil. We got it the first week of April. We both had a fever (and I had a headache), but we were generally functional after the shot. (Obviously since we got the shot, it was on hold because of the potential blood clots, millions of doses went bad in a bad facility, and no one really ended up getting it, and I SUPER regret the decision, but that's another story).

We had a VACATION! We went to Cape Cod for a long weekend with two families we love - and our kids all love each other. It was so good for our brains. We all rented separate homes in the same city, and we biked and hiked and played on the beach together.

Because I wasn't working, I agreed to take Samara to a (fairly far away) farm for a weekly class. Usually there is too much traffic, and I don't have enough time to figure it out, but this year, I could. She went for three hours on Wednesday afternoons, and the boys and I hiked or just hung out. They started basketball outside at a local elementary with their friends and loved it. They also played baseball and soccer, and Samara tried tennis. They all really loved the routine of normal life with things that made them happy.

Samara's ears continued to get infected, so on the suggestion by the pediatrician, we took out the earrings.

Cases went DOWN. Covid didn't feel super stressful. Masks were off outside, but we still didn't go in anyone's house or anything else. I did make an exception and went in Susie and Matt's house that they bought the previous spring and I had NEVER been inside. (It's beautiful)

My parents came back for a second visit, because they COULD! They flew, which didn't feel that stressful. They got to go to the kids' sports games and they were here for Koby's (small) birthday party (obstacle course, sprinkler, water balloons, cupcakes). And we could celebrate my mom's the next day.

I spent a lot of time and energy on PTO stuff - teacher appreciation cookies, Science Day, bus driver and crossing guard appreciation...it was nice to have the time.

RIGHT when I let go of "what am I going to do," I got a text message about getting involved in a new project with people I had worked with, all external consultants for the organization I had worked for. It's a neat opportunity and great people, so I'm in, and we got started last week. (I also am working on a separate project that also started last week...). I definitely enjoy working and having something "for me," feeling like a productive member of society and ALSO I very much enjoy a venue for positive feedback. As a parent I feel constantly exhausted with my kids' responses like "I don't WANT that for dinner." "Mom, you didn't pack me my X." "No - I'm not going to do that thing you asked me to do that I obviously AM going to do and do everyday at exactly this time." "Mom, my grilled cheese is wrong." etc. When I don't work I get almost ZERO positive feedback, and it gets heavy, even if all the stupid comments from my kids are stupid.

At the start of July we went to Harry and Kavya's wedding, and it was so lovely to be at a beautiful, outdoor, covid-safe and LOVING event. We are so happy for them, and the wedding was truly beautiful. The next day we drove to Michigan for three weeks. With covid case levels so low, it felt like a different world than last summer. We used bathrooms inside, and it only felt a little stressful. It was a long-ass drive this time, however. We spent one week at the start and one week at the end with family down-state, and swam in Bubbie and Zaydie's pool nearly every second. We also spent a week at Michigania.

Michigania had set VERY LOW expectations. It sounded like there would be no programming staff, so nothing would be open. There was no kitchen staff, so food would be simple and grab-and-go (it sounded truly terrible). It seemed like 50% capacity meant we wouldn't see many people we cared about. Expectations were LOW. All over 18 were required to be vaccinated, and all kids were required to test within three days before. There was very little covid at the time, and it was SO GOOD FOR THE SOUL. Nearly everyone we care about was there (with a few key exceptions). Programs were almost allllll open, though no horses, which of course is Samara's favorite thing of all time. Food was excellent! The week was incredibly fun, lovely, and I just appreciated every second so so much. I was on the edge of tears or in tears everyday. My kids all went off with their friends in the morning, and they had freedom all day (the boys ate meals with us, but were otherwise off, and Samara we never saw except when she came home to shower and sleep). They all loved it, and my heart was warm seeing my kids playing with my lifetime friends' kids. Priceless. 

Rainey boarded in Michigan with no problem. She now has a place she loves to go here - a farm where she roams free - and she goes to daycare here once a week to keep socializing. She socializes better without me, since she is so protective of me. And because of all of that exposure, she did great at the place in Michigan. No problems at all.

Coming back to MA was super easy. I drove the whole way. 12.5 hrs. No problems. 

Kids went to JCC Camp Grossman for the last three weeks. Samara and Elie LOVED it. They love the friends, trying new things, the freedom and silliness. They have had the greatest time. Koby hasn't loved it, but I bribed him with kit kat, gatorade and an ice cream with a topping to just go this week and stop complaining about going. He could complain about a specific thing, but I didn't want any more "I am not going to Grossman. I hate Grossman," etc. It stopped with the bribe, but I'm not sure he wants to go back (which is fine).

Two Sundays ago, as four of us were getting ready to go to the pool, Matt came running in and said he cut himself, and he said he thought it was bad. He couldn't bend his finger, and it was a DEEP cut. Kids walked over to our friend's house (thank the lord for Caroline and Evan who took such amazing care of all three of them), and I took him to the ER. He cut all the way through a tendon, so they cleaned it and sewed it up. He saw a hand surgeon the next day and had surgery to re-attach the tendon the day after that. We are so lucky he had access to such quick and good care. He gets his stitches out today. Physical therapy and a splint for the near future. Should be a full recovery at some point.

Last weekend I got a text from a friend in NYC asking if I knew anything about our mutual friend from Singapore who it seemed, on facebook, like he had passed away. He was 51 (his 52nd birthday is actually today). After a lot of calls around, it turned out none of our group of friends from the UHC (Reform) community of our time in Singapore had any idea what happened or that it had happened at all. Our good friend Pete passed away. It appears that he had complications from covid from last fall, and it sounds like he was not doing well - physically or mentally - at the end. Though no one knows what could have been different, both Matt and I feel bad that we didn't know he was struggling so much, and we wish we would have reached out more. Peter was a significant part of our first few years in Singapore - we met him at Rosh Hashana our first year there, 2007, and we did a lot of Jewish things with him in addition to fun trips, loads of dinners, Settlers and just a lot of hanging. He was the organizer of our group of friends - there was always something going on, and he was in the middle of all of it. It's so incredibly sad that he's gone. And it's so incredibly unsettling.

This led me to think more about my social energy and how I disperse it. I read in my last post that I mostly stopped keeping in touch with people for self-preservation during covid. I was really struggling keeping myself positive and my family together, and I couldn't listen to the complaining about things we can do nothing about. I made a real effort to cut out some people and conversations that stressed me out or didn't bring me joy. And I also just generally stopped reaching out to a lot of people, because I didn't feel like I had anything positive to share. Well now here I am, and I'm not doing a great job of being in touch with people, and it's been a while. I am vowing to spend more energy keeping in touch with people who are important to me.

That's about it. Pics in no particular order bc I'm still too lazy.

covid playdate for Samara with her friends at a friend's fire pit

in Crystal Lake, right by our house

on a hike with my parents

Harry and Kavya's wedding!

we got dressed for the wedding!

Rainey's very own drinking fountain (the gutter on a rainy day)

Strawberry picking with friends

Samara and Lucia at the lake. Not covid-safe, but SO HAPPY

Samara and Caleb on their way to school. Everyday friends.

And the little guys also on their way. Caleb's little brother, Evan with Elie and Koby

After a hike with Caleb and Evan, at the falls near the dogs' boarding farm. What a fun day.

At the top of the mountain on the hike with Caleb and Evan. Koby had a fever that day.

All the kids' classes had gatherings on the field at school to review their work and see their classes and teachers. Koby missed his because he was sick, but the others were so super nice.

We went canoeing on the Charles with Barak and Jen

Appreciating Leo our Crossing Guard

I'm guessing Sarah took this on a hike

Battleship cove with Evan and Caleb

Corona playdates. With Gabriella. In a tree in the field across the street. 

Koby turned SIX

Koby's birthday party

Every evening in our house

Mountain biking!!!

BRACES!!!

Last day with no braces

Rainey on a hike in New Hampshire on a girls weekend with me and Samara

We climbed a big mountain in New Hampshire. Samara was not loving it.

We stayed on a horse farm in New Hampshire. Samara did love that.

Creative ways to sit

Rainey met her first watermelon

Girls working on their science day project

A beautiful hike in Sherbourne while samara was at a farm class

Lost cities

Samara started violin this year - remotely...

I did that! Our trip to the cape.

The mamas!

Our whole group on our 16 mile (!!! KOBY!!!) bike ride

Where are the others?

Digging Hubble and Rainey

Kids LOVED just getting wet and going wherever they wanted. FREEDOM after so much time in the home

vaccinated!

at Cold spring Rainey walks on this log EVERY TIME

Hebrew school, I think. Clearly paying great attention to the ipad

last day of remote school. PE

Last day of remote school

Every day of remote working

Last day of remote school. What a mess.

papa walking with Koby to school

passover!

Passover night two with the hildebrandts on zoom!

again - right in our backyard. we are so lucky.

when papa first arrived!

when savta first arrived!

grandparents visiting!

Samara and Caleb. Love them

Hiking with Bubbie and Zaydie

Hiking with Sarah

In the "creative ways to sit" category

When Zaydie first arrived!