- Liam was in a foul mood the other day, because he misbehaved at piano lessons and thus was grounded from screen time. I think self soothing is a good skill to learn, so while we didn’t cave on the screen time, I tried to coach him into thinking up something else he would enjoy that would put him in a good mood, even if he couldn’t have what he really wanted. I ran him a hot bubbly bath in our large master bath, and asked him what music he’d like to listen to (we have a bluetooth speaker in our shower head). He pondered a moment, and said “the music peopwe wisten to when they are weaving wooms.” It took me a sec to figure out what he was saying -leaving wombs? weaving rooms? leaving rooms? but eventually I figured it out, and then put on Gregorian chant, which was apparently just the ticket. He laid down flat in the tub and soaked, and when he came out, he was much more serene and sensible.
- Virgil had surgery on his little corgi knee a few weeks ago – he tore his puppy ACL (called CCL in dogs), and we had to pay plenty-thousand dollars to fix that shit, dear god this dog better live forever. He wore a cone for a couple of weeks after and that made him herding us and being underfoot about 9 times more annoying than usual. At one point when just Jack and I were in a room together, I tripped over the dog and let out some curse words, and Jack looked at me and said, totally deadpan, “mom. not in front of the kids.”
- Craig came over and snuggled me on the couch the other day. He was folded up in my arms, and giving me a meaningful and loving look. Then he said – Mom, you’re forty, but you don’t have grandma skin
Growing old gracelessly.
