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Random things to mention.

Before I forget, as I was reading Art a nap-time book and Lewis was crawling all over the place Art suddenly got out of bed and said, "Maybe you can read that book by yourself and Lewis and I will play with toys."  

Today especially Art has been really sweet and generous with his little brother.  Usually Lewis is 10% my-sweet-little-brother and 60% intrusion. (The rest is oh-I-didn't-notice-someone-else-was-here.)  He shares his gackoo with Lewis when Lewis is in his room, which is the highest compliment Art can give.  A gackoo might as well be made of one finely shaped, large diamond, it's so valuable to him.  He has also been hugging Lewis occasionally (!) and when we were at IKEA the other night Art said something like, "That's my little brother, Lewis" to a stranger.  So that's been a nice change from the usual "No, Lewis!  That's MY toast!"
Back to today's nap-time story, Art wasn't quite tired enough to sleep so I said, "Well, you don't have to take a nap, but you have to have some quiet time in your room.  Lewis and I are going to go downstairs."  For about a half-hour I could hear Art playing in his room – a little bonking of stuff, a little talking to himself in a high voice while he pretended this or that.  Finally it was kind of quiet so I came upstairs and found him awake but laying on the floor with his head on an elephant.  I leaned down to scoop him up.
"You played pretty hard, didn't you?"
Big smile.  "Yeeeaaaahhh."
I put him in bed no problem.  That was pretty funny.

Jessica is good at being sick.

She woke up this morning with a fever and chills. She had the flu or some other bad bug. She was weak and felt bad, and stayed in bed all day, emerging only around 8pm for a shower and 60 Minutes (actually, it was about 40 minutes until she went back upstairs to bed). I've always admired the way Jessica gives her body what it needs when it's sick. I tend to push myself and get worse. She just stops everything, wraps herself in an absurd amount of clothing, and lays horizontal for as long as needed.

Wrist update.

Art's broken wrist is doing better. But it still hurts. At one point I re-wrapped his brace and saw his thin little wrist with the impressions the wrapping made on his skin. What a fragile little thing! I think it's sorta scary for him to see his wrist without the bandage, almost as if he's seeing a bad booboo up close. So we've been leaving it on all the time. He proud of it and will eagery show it to you and explain what happened. "I was walking on ice and I slipped and went 'boom!' (cue a gentle demonstration fall to the floor)".
I gave Lewis a bath tonight and Art sat on the side playing in the water with his feet. His brace can't get wet. Although it got a little choclatey after he inhaled a slice of Bubbe's delicious chocolate cake (thanks Bubbe!).