I've got a fever, and the only prescription is...

...alternating doses of ibuprofen and paracetamol every 3 hours. That's only funny if you've ever seen this sketch on SNL, and then it's hilarious.

Despite near-constant fevers, colds, and other sundry illnesses (Oliver's temp was up past 104 on Tuesday so I took him to the ER, but neither they nor his paediatrician the next day could find anything wrong, and today it's back up to 104 again, and Sebastian is making a run for it at over 102), life continues on here in Barcelona.

I went to Utah in February for about 10 days to get some stuff taken care of for my visa, only to have things delayed upon my return to Spain, to the extent that in another month half of what I did there will need to be re-done (and the other half, another month after that). We're still hoping I can have everything sewn up before this summer so we can start processing Marie's, Oliver's, and Sebastian's, that way they can come and pick them up after the vacation. If not, they may have to miss the trip and come over a month or so later.

The day after my birthday Marie and I went and saw Roger Waters perform The Wall, which was an experience not to be forgotten. Unfortunately, none of the videos I took will transfer from my phone so I can't show off. I've never been like a HUGE Pink Floyd fan, but this was AWESOME. And not just because I inhaled enough weed second-hand to give me the munchies (not really, but still awesome).

Marie is doing her best to keep it together and does really well with the boys. They keep her hands well full especially when they're ill, but it helps having the office so close. Although I do get mighty sick of that 5 minute walk after doing it up to 4 times/day.

Oliver started putting sentences together at the beginning of the year and he gives a non-stop commentary of life's goings-on. "Cat is sleeping, Papa eat cereal, one lamp on one lamp off, don't eat that Baby, climb on Papa like mono (monkey) climbs tree, cleaning truck outside!" He loves to sing, count (in English he always forgets "ten," and in Spanish he always skips right over "cinco"), and do the alphabet. Can recognise all of the letters with varying degrees of accuracy, but W seems to be his favourite. He also thinks R is called "bunny rabbit" and Z is "Z for zebra".

Sebastian is a mover and, to a degree, a shaker (loves to clap). Will not sit still, and has cracked the code of mobility (scooting) so nothing lower than 12 inches is safe. He seems especially fond of my flip flops. Oliver is pretty good about keeping the toys that he doesn't want S to play with up on the couch, and giving him other toys to play with to keep him distracted and when they take baths there are Oliver toys and 'Bastian toys, which seems to work pretty well.

That's about all from us now. I've got to wake up boys and force medicine down their throats to keep them at reasonable temperatures. I posted a bunch of videos to my YouTube today, below are a couple of the boys just being themselves. The first one was taken while Oliver was in the stroller behind me ready to go to the ER, holding a bucket in case he threw up again. Now THAT'S what I call good parenting!

In this one, that's a spider puppet on Oliver's hand.

So that's all for now. I just posted this to my family's blog and figured might as well throw it on up here as well, in case anyone is at all interested in a brief but thorough update.

(It looks like when I embedded the vids it cuts a bunch of them off. The direct links to the two can be found here and here.)