1. Hey hey hey! Two blog posts in three days–not so bad for an out-of-blogging-shape gal with time management issues!
This morning I have determined that walks with the puppy & the 4yo are difficult. The puppy is in the process of being trained out of her determined hatred of all things ‘car’. She wants to eat them, which goal I can distract her from with a well-timed offering of American Cheese Product. This is, however, difficult on a narrow sidewalk-less roadway, when I’ve got a 4yo hand in the cheese-offering hand. Not safe. Came home before the walk really started, & I’m cranky with it.
But I’ve promised the wee boy ice cream at Friendly’s this afternoon (his choice of treat, not mine. Blech.) and The Boy’s due home in the early afternoon, so maybe the pup and I can try this walkies-thing again.
Single parents, you have my utmost admiration. This shit is hard. And I feel like I’d give up a (minor) body part to have three minutes all to myself to, I dunno, shower the other parts.
But when his dad’s away, the wee boy & the whippet are both clingy. When she doesn’t get a long, fast walk in the morning, the puppy is insane. And although I’m sleeping better on solo nights now that I can trust the puppy ears (which are connected to the puppy’s barker) to alert me to any problems, I still feel less than 100% in the rested/calm department this morning. I could use a vacation.
But The Boy is coming home today. I hope to pass off child-care to him pretty much as soon as he staggers in the door, and disappear, first on a long walk then possibly to a coffee-shop. To drink caffeinated beverages and write some words that aren’t awful.
That sounds like a little slice of heaven right now.
2. Another cloudy day, my tomatoes are loving it, but sweet corn still isn’t up. Ah well. Happily we have local farmers for any sweet-corn purchases we need to make.
It’s interesting, this third-year-of-the-garden. Interesting to note that the cheap weed block I used here & there when I ran out of the fancy stuff doesn’t actually, you know, block weeds. Going to have to get out there with vinegar in a spray bottle and just knock it down.
I’m finding asparagus volunteers all over the place and am g0ing to have to go through & try to transplant them to the asparagus bed. It’s pretty, but way too tall and sun-blocking to allow to come up wherever it likes.
Garlic did great this year again, and I have kale volunteers everywhere. Thinking seriously about using kale in my ornamental landscaping – the frilly stuff is awfully pretty, super hardy, and I do love the idea of making salads from my ornamentals.
3. Despite my present frustration, the kiddo really is a joy to be around these days. In fact, I think some of my frustration is due to the fact that he usually acts so much more mature than his years that when he does actually act like a 4yo, it drives me more nuts than it should. “Age appropriate”, I keep whispering to myself. “Teasing the puppy after I’ve explicitly asked him not to is way more age-appropriate than most of our conversations/interactions when he behaves like a thoughtful 9yo.”
But he loves his puppy and his friends–even (especially?) those who are younger than him. He likes being the teacher, the ‘big brother’. At a playdate yesterday, listening to him and his 2.5yo buddy take turns saying nonsense words, then giggling maniacally at each other’s offerings was one of the cutest things I’ve heard in the recent past.
Soccer is still a bit of a stretch for him. He really doesn’t like the idea of just ‘taking’ the ball away from those little kids on the other team. No matter how often we explain the idea of competitive sports to him, it’s just not sinking in.
(And I’m totally ok with that, btw!)
He’s reading like a champ, and enjoying longer and more complex books. He still loves having mom & dad read to him, and I’m delighted to do it, even when he corrects my pronunciation. (“That’s pronounced ‘off-ten’, Mommy. You said ‘offen'”) I’m developing real preferences in his choices of chapter books–Geronimo Stilton is awful; Cam Jansen is good; anything by Dav Pilkey is great–disgusting, but great. The Mr. Putter & Tabby books are lovely, as are the Henry & Mudge books. He still enjoys picture books, but he’s spending more of his time alone reading the bigger books.
The end of another era.
4. He’s also huge. Always has been, but seriously, he’s tall & skinny like his daddy, and–especially when he’s wearing his glasses–looks at least a couple of years older than he is.
His eyes are getting better, which is good to see. Patching is a pain, but he only has to do it for an hour or two now, which is nice. And I think his eyes are getting better in general, as he often takes his glasses off to see something better. Weirdly, though, I’ll miss those glasses if they go. Superman’s cool, but I’ve always had a thing for Clark Kent…
5. Lemon tree blooming, bougainvillae blooming, lilies scenting the whole house, it’s a sweet-smelling day, and I’m going to try to keep the stress to a minimum. Off to Brooklyn this weekend for my step-granddaughter’s 2nd birthday (yikes!) and looking forward to it. Sweet summer days to everyone.
Now, off to go look up when it’s time to harvest my garlic…