Auntie Chris is visiting, going on her second week. How wonderful is it to have another adult in the house to complement the 4 year old? Well, it's pretty darn wonderful. That it's Auntie Chris makes it beyond words. So, we're busy with projects. Fence! Finally! Books to be sold. . .sold, finally! Bunk beds for Liam! (Not sure this is a good idea but here we go.) Pizza Friday! Etc.!
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
More than anything I want him to learn from this. It is not presents (Although those were lovely; thank you everyone!), it's not the running around arranging the dinner and getting things done (Although that is among my core competencies and I do it continuously, much to my annoyance with myself.). It is the slow weaving of a flower chain, the kind where you have to get down into the grass and find the long stems, so you can tie the knots. Taking time. Small things. Connected to other people. That's what I want him to learn. I know where the daisies are, just exactly; but we haven't gone in weeks. Too much rushing. Busy.
Thanks neighbors for the reminder and the love. Happy, happy birthday Liam; not so small any more but always still our tiny, little baby.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Things said to me this weekend that made me laugh:
- Yesterday, from the vegan: you're not hungry, that is one of your body's many cries for water. This may sound obnoxious but it is uttered with (a) such conviction and (b) such affection and good humor that it is truly priceless. I drank the water. (This while driving to my mother's house. Vegan drinks about a gallon and a half of water a day, so even though I'm pretty reliable at between 40 and 64 ounces, I still pale in comparison and am therefore worried about.)
- Today, from Liam: Mommy, my favorite kind of bean is the jelly bean, did you know that Mommy? Can we cook jelly beans? (This while driving home from Pt.T after I said out loud to myself that we needed to get a pot of beans on the stove or we'd have nothing for dinners this week. I said, Liam do you know that jelly beans aren't real beans -- they're candy? L: Oh, no wonder I like them.)
So far behind at work it's not clear how or when I will catch up. Liam slept in the car on the way home for about 45 minutes. Dread bedtime, although it can't come soon enough because he is still crazy tired.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Liam picked through the branches to find the ones were big enough ends for blocks, and he watched (from a distance) the operation of the chop saw. Tried to catch the blocks as they were tossed out of the garage. Was thrilled to wear his own hearing protection. And he occasionally offered instruction on whether the blocks should be big or small, and how many should be cut from any given stick. Said "Oh. . .thank you!" for virtually every block. At the end, he also wanted some blocks to paint, so a 2x4 was cut up.
Then all the blocks came inside and Liam made a forest.
I had thought blocks like this would be a nice birthday present for Liam, but now he's going to receive some beeswax or wood oil or something like that, and a little tin and a soft rag so he can finish his own blocks. (I have been told by the block maker that they are "just fine" the way they are, but I like the idea of Liam being able to finish them.)
See Liam's open hands in the picture? So relaxed. He gets that from his father. I am a fidget-er and tend to have something in my hands always, or close them and put them under me. Liam has this easy way of being still that came with his wiring and I hope he keeps forever.