- Yesterday, Jack and I went hunting for birds. He really wanted to take a picture of one, to send to his grandmothers. As you can imagine, a five year old is not the ideal companion when one hopes to sneak up on some birds. No birds were to be found. We did find, however, a special bit of afternoon together time. Jack carried a Gatorade for each of us in a pink Halloween trick or treat pumpkin bucket. It is important, he solemnly informs us on a regular basis, to stay hydrated, and on this walk he assured that we stopped regularly for drink breaks. We walked perhaps a tenth of a mile, and definitely replenished all fluids that we might have lost in perspiration. We saw a few items of note, and took some blurred pictures of some distant bird zooming past far above our heads.
- Also yesterday, college football was on (occupying their father) and I had to bill hours. The kids defected to the front yard to play, which was wonderful and I wish they’d do it all the time. We got up to check on them every ten minutes or so, and at one point I caught them throwing a football back and forth. As they are aged three and five, it was more like one boy hurling the football a foot ahead, and then the other boy would run to get it and run back to his spot, then turn and throw it a foot ahead of himself, aaaaaand repeat. It was so darn cute – brothers tossing the pigskin. I caught some incognito video.
- It is drizzling today – this is what Tropical Storm Karen hath wrought. Some drizzle. It’s not even windy. The boys are still in their pjs. I am billing more hours. Bill bill bill. I just sent the husband to Marble Slab Creamery to buy me some ice cream with brownies in it, because pregnant.
- We still cannot decide on Baby #3’s name. We have a few months left, which is good, because we remain stymied. We’ve pulled out all the stuff – crib and such – and we are set aside from an infant car seat and a name. Arguably the two most important things.
- Jack has almost lost his two top teeth as well. That will mean he has no incisors at all. Despite the fact that if he continues at this rate, I may have to start chewing up his food for him, like a regurgitating bird, I’m kinda happy. He damaged those top two teeth at my sister’s wedding years ago, and they’ve been gray ever since. Buh-bye, gray teeth. Hello, jack-o-lantern face.
- My ice cream is here.
Growing old gracelessly.
