J&M got Maui'd!

One of our posts was unpublished due to a violation of some sort of Malware and Viruses policy. It was the one regarding the Tamashiro Market and Polynesian Cultural Centre from over a decade ago. https://jenningandmaggie.blogsp ot.com/2012/01/tamashiro- market-and-polynesian.html Well, let's see what the issue is..

So most of the family is vaccinated now. Serena is the lone outlier, and that is due to her age. Because of that, we have decided to keep her with my parents and not send her to daycare anymore until she gets both of her shots. We had pulled her out when Omicron hit this winter and was pretty hard when we tried keeping her at home, but now that Maggie is back at work we had to go back to sending her to my parents. This situation may be the norm for a while as the under five trials for the Pfizer vaccine have not gone very well. She does not really know much about what she is missing, but she really needs to build up those social skills and daycare is a great place for learning to communicate with her peers, whether physically, or virally. But with cases at the daycare every couple of weeks or so, we figure that it is best to wait just a little bit longer..

Elsy finally went to school yesterday for the first time. This was many months in the making, seeing as her original debut would have been a year ago, but we had decided to have her taught virtually for the 2020-2021 school year. She was quite excited to go and took to the class very well. The backpack she brought was about half her size and about half her weight, but we did include everything she might need: clothes, rain gear, lunch, snacks, masks, you name it. The first day went fairly well for her. She did say she met a nice girl who turned into a bully, but we will see how the rest of the year pans out as things settle down this first month.

Elsy found a feather attached to my mom's shoe. She asked for it and has held onto it for quite some time. I asked her what kind of feather it was. She told me: "It's a bird feather." Yup, she's my kid alright.

We were planning on going to the beach this morning but our plans got derailed when Serena stomped on Elsy's face and we had to wait for the bleeding to stop. It took so long that there was a chance we needed to go to the hospital. In the end, we thought it too risky to leave the house this morning lest the gusher started again, and so we set up the water table at home instead.

So I am used to the soft chimes that you hear in the neighborhood when the ice cream truck comes by. This year we already had three visits, mostly on cold or rainy moments of the day. This was in contrast to the infrequent visits to our old neighborhood when I was a child. In addition, we were too poor to really enjoy a cone of soft ice cream when it did show up so I never built up that sense of tradition that others would share with their children. As suck, when the truck does drive by, I don't rush out to grab a cone for my kids. Also, the pandemic does not help either. Still, maybe one day this summer we will indulge our kids. Maybe. Oh, but that was beside the point. Today I heard the ringing of a bell. This was not the sound I'm used to for an ice cream truck so I decided to investigate with Serena. As the truck drive by, I wondered to myself how such a small truck could be used to sell ice cream much less any kind of food. But then it dawned on me: this was not a food tru