One fish, two fish.
Sundays have always been meant to be lazy days. In the winter, sometimes the characteristic laziness of the day means building a fire in the fireplace and making snowmen and making sure there's hot chocolate onhand for afterward; in the spring, watching everything come alive again; in the fall, raking the mess of the falling leaves away as the trees lose their covers once again. And in the summer, which is the best of all, making strawberry lemonade, something involving a grill, and splashing around in the backyard for water gun wars that soak you to the core and leave you completely and utterly drenched to that point where you can't imagine your clothes drying ever again.
This morning came later and I still wanted to stay in bed because it's so easy to stay in bed with him even when the day is calling with all of its demanding musts; get up. Make breakfast. I did, without ruining anything or catching anything on fire, which seems to be becoming easier, kitchen appliances are getting along with me on an almost regular basis. Until there are fire extinguishers onhand though, I probably shouldn't delve into anything above the basic level.
Yesterday was Dr. Seuss' birthday and I didn't forget and I pulled out plenty of Doctor Seuss when it came time for bedtime stories. The Cat In the Hat is just as popular a pick as ever, it must be timeless. Green Eggs and Ham is still high up there too. For those of you lesser educated non-Doctor Seuss fanatics, you should check out The Sneetches when you have a spare moment. It's about odd-looking creatures with stars painted on their chests and if I'm remembering the correct book, the Sneetches with stars mock and ostracise the poor Sneetches without stars before they all kiss, hug, make up and become one big happy diverse village at the end.
In addition to breakfast today, I was allowed to help with lunch, and I kept a safe and respectful distance from the George Foreman until I was brave enough to get near the damn thing and learn how to use it. I'm no pro, but backyard and kitchen appliances should be forewarned; I'm onto it, one step at a time. And we set up a few blankets in the backyard after thinking twice about taking tables out because tables are too much of a hassle to carry and there were already enough dishes and plastic silverware to carry out anyway. We set everything down on the ground and meant to pass it around in an orderly fashion but when you're backyard dining with kids, it's not uncommon or unkosher to say hell with it and delve into finger food. And since it's summer (you can't tell me it's still spring, the weather is too hot), pasta salad, like everything else, is obviously finger food.
The morning felt a little lighter after we got some of our words out. I hope you could feel it like I could. Some of those words, all of those words, were honest and meant so much to me. I want this to, too. I want us to, too. Now that we have this all laid out on the table, can you see me clearer? How are you feeling? Better now? Water stop rising now? Good. You see the sun without squinting now when we step outside? Can you feel it? I can.
Apparently, I am a very mean fighting machine given a Supersoaker. My aim is sharp and I think Jakob might have underestimated me when he encouraged this little water gun number. Just as we were finishing off our lunch, little hands brought out Supersoakers and even supplied me with one. Jakob had one too, but my aim was better and his shirt was sticking to him by the end of the ordeal. Looked like the sky had been slit open and we'd been caught out in the rain walking down the street. Proving that I can be sympathetic, I offered to go in and get him a new shirt.
These days haven't left me with a loss of words, just a second look sometimes.
This morning came later and I still wanted to stay in bed because it's so easy to stay in bed with him even when the day is calling with all of its demanding musts; get up. Make breakfast. I did, without ruining anything or catching anything on fire, which seems to be becoming easier, kitchen appliances are getting along with me on an almost regular basis. Until there are fire extinguishers onhand though, I probably shouldn't delve into anything above the basic level.
Yesterday was Dr. Seuss' birthday and I didn't forget and I pulled out plenty of Doctor Seuss when it came time for bedtime stories. The Cat In the Hat is just as popular a pick as ever, it must be timeless. Green Eggs and Ham is still high up there too. For those of you lesser educated non-Doctor Seuss fanatics, you should check out The Sneetches when you have a spare moment. It's about odd-looking creatures with stars painted on their chests and if I'm remembering the correct book, the Sneetches with stars mock and ostracise the poor Sneetches without stars before they all kiss, hug, make up and become one big happy diverse village at the end.
In addition to breakfast today, I was allowed to help with lunch, and I kept a safe and respectful distance from the George Foreman until I was brave enough to get near the damn thing and learn how to use it. I'm no pro, but backyard and kitchen appliances should be forewarned; I'm onto it, one step at a time. And we set up a few blankets in the backyard after thinking twice about taking tables out because tables are too much of a hassle to carry and there were already enough dishes and plastic silverware to carry out anyway. We set everything down on the ground and meant to pass it around in an orderly fashion but when you're backyard dining with kids, it's not uncommon or unkosher to say hell with it and delve into finger food. And since it's summer (you can't tell me it's still spring, the weather is too hot), pasta salad, like everything else, is obviously finger food.
The morning felt a little lighter after we got some of our words out. I hope you could feel it like I could. Some of those words, all of those words, were honest and meant so much to me. I want this to, too. I want us to, too. Now that we have this all laid out on the table, can you see me clearer? How are you feeling? Better now? Water stop rising now? Good. You see the sun without squinting now when we step outside? Can you feel it? I can.
Apparently, I am a very mean fighting machine given a Supersoaker. My aim is sharp and I think Jakob might have underestimated me when he encouraged this little water gun number. Just as we were finishing off our lunch, little hands brought out Supersoakers and even supplied me with one. Jakob had one too, but my aim was better and his shirt was sticking to him by the end of the ordeal. Looked like the sky had been slit open and we'd been caught out in the rain walking down the street. Proving that I can be sympathetic, I offered to go in and get him a new shirt.
These days haven't left me with a loss of words, just a second look sometimes.