My Lady of the Lantern

Last week, Figlia turned 5.  And L turned 6. And then when 16th came, it was her death anniversary, and there is this strange feeling that creeps up on me every single time. On 14th, I become observing of her birth, and then when 16th happens it is as if, I am jolted hard out of that birthday reverie. 

~~TMI ahead~~ M is sick again. He has a cold and cough that he has duly passed on to Figlia and me. And there is middle of the night projectile vomiting. And fever. And I am just done with washing 'that' kind of laundry.

##TMI ahead## ...was a disaster. We went out for dinner at a city hotel. It was a buffet meal.  M was hungry and began pulling at the table cloth as soon as we were seated. Once he ate a bit, he calmed down enough to stop being angry at things.  Figlia on the other hand, would like her hands clean as soon as she decides she is done. So, she took what she wanted, and then decided she was done, and wanted to have her hands washed. DH took her to the washroom.  DH and I had only managed to have soup, and starters.  M was already moving around in the restaurant, and in the mood to get out of the place.  I had already been out into the lobby and the hotel basement where there was a party going on.  We came back, but M wasn't settling down. Figlia then announced that she wanted to poop. DH asked her if it was urgent, and she said No. By this time, M was already out of the restaurant, and because Figlia was done with dinner...