“I got lipstick on my mask,” you said yesterday in the car.
Yep, that’s the time we’re living in. Even if my “mature” 5-year-old wants to wear make-up, I don’t have to be the lame Dad forbidding it. COVID-19 simply makes it impractical.
We took a trip to Chelan last week for a change of scenery. Although it was stormy for a couple of days (with wind gusts that knocked out power for a short time), we got a little time in a heated pool and a lot of time on the cold beach. My daily activity was building a “real” fire in the condo living room, which kept me busy more than I expected. I shouldn’t be surprised that wood burns, well, fast.
We also got one day of a nice snow, and you got to build snowmen and get some sledding in. There’s something magical about playing in the snow near the beach.
Unfortunately, while we were in Chelan we heard that your Grandma Vicki and Poppa Steve contracted COVID-19 and have not been feeling great. I dropped Greta off at their house ahead of our trip and during a window of time when they had COVID but didn’t know it yet. As a result, we were a little nervous we had COVID, too, but a quick, uncomfortable test up the nose for me and your Mom gave us a negative result.
We’re really doing our best, trying to balance keeping safe whiel keeping some sanity. You are doing a really great job keeping entertained, playing with your BFF Matteo and still growing and learning in spite of the lack of school and friend group. You don’t know any different, but I wish you did.
To help deflect the stress of it all, we’re watching a new, mindless show as a family: The Masked Singer and its spinoff, The Masked Dancer. The show is a bunch of post-prime celebrities, who you’ve certainly never heard of, entertaining judges and crowd in costumes. There’s not much more of a premise. It’s just a silly competition show that gets our minds off of things and that we can all enjoy together.
Ironincally, we’re all “masked” these days. Maybe it’s not so silly afterall.
Love, Dad