Ian was so tired that he barely protested getting ready for bed at 4:30. But when he woke up hungry a few hours later, we decided to make the best of it.
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Rise and shine… And shiver
Apparently, despite recent 80 degree temps, it got cold last night. Since it seems our furnace is already on vacation, that means it’s more or less 50 degrees in here.
And THAT means the inhabitants huddled together for warmth.
So I got to witness the wake up process for my kids. You know what? There’s no process. At 6:50, the two of them opened their eyes and got up like a gong went off.
So I have a theory: ultra-high frequency wake up call parents can’t hear.
Sick Day
The icky stomach bug finally came to our house. But the afflicted has worked his way up from Popsicles to saltines to soup.
I made him what my Grandmommy used to call “Egg Drop Soup.” (Leading me to order Egg Drop Soup in a Chinese restaurant and also to my subsequent bitter dismay.) You make Lipton noodle soup, and stir in a beaten egg at the end. Very soothing.
He’s having lime jello for dessert, and perking up nicely, like thirsty plants after rain. Which is good, because Ian being pitiful is about the saddest thing I’ve seen.
Fingers crossed the rest of us don’t get it…
Garden Safari
I told Ian we were going to go “exploring” at the garden, so he was already excited. Then, we got there and he saw his friend.
“SOPHIE!” he cried.
“IAN!” she shouted.
And the two of them ran across the open field to each other and flung their arms around one another like the ending to a sappy rom-com.
Trailblazer
Back to the Future
Walk time rolled around, and Ian informed me that “today is my ‘no walk’ day.” So I loaded the Bitty Man (not so bitty these days) into his jogging stroller. He laughed, banged the tray, and jumped up and down in his seat in excitement. And we were off.
On mild evenings like this one, my neighbors take to the outdoors. Kids ride bikes and play basketball. Folks wash cars, clean out garages, and enjoy their porch swings. In a month or so the evenings will be muggy and the Mosquitos will be a plague of biblical proportions, but on nights like this one you could go door to door and visit with the neighbors. Ignore the late model car, and find yourself transported to a slower time, when we had Block Parties and Facebook hasn’t happened yet.
Tonight we logged 2.68 timeless miles.
The only thing left to know is… Why must the gnomes prostrate themselves about the well?