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.