Everything these days seems to revolve around the table. The Boy seems to be eating constantly, so we’re either at the table, the bar, or his high chair.
L’s friends are always hungry, so we have snacks around the table.
Month: June 2014
Three Adventures
Three adventures today, as varied as imaginable.
With the Boy, breakfast is always an adventure. He wakes up with the same declaration: "Dość!" which is "enough" in English. Enough sleep, enough fasting, enough of the crib. Just enough. And the second exclamation is always the same as well: "Cheerios!" And then it's an endless train of food. Today, eggs, a small sausage, more cereal, and a bit of fruit. He can easily out-eat L these days.
The second adventure was after dinner, when L and I went out with camera in hand and discovered that we had not one but four cucumbers ready, the firstfruits from our garden. It's our first year growing cucumbers, and we're both shocked at how well they grow, and how much the bear. We'll be making pickles, salads, and eating them straight from the garden until we're utterly sick of them.
The final adventure: Bobiwa. That's Bob the Builder in E-ese.
"Can we build it?" we ask.
"Es we caaa!" he chirps in return.
A construction crew is putting up a new fast food restaurant near the grocery store we frequent, and so E and I headed over to look at the equipment while K and L picked up a few items.
With school out and paperwork complete, daily adventures like this await us.
First Day at the Pool
Empathy
Bida had to go to the vet
Laundry
“G, oh G, why did you do this?”
I was in the kitchen, having just returned from taking out the compost and checking on our garden — removing suckers from the tomatoes, looking in wonder at just how prodigious our cucumber plants will be, winding our bean stalks around the twine they’re supposed to be wrapping themselves around — and so I was confused. “What did I do?”
“You mixed the dirty clothes in with the clean.”
“No, I didn’t. I was in the garden.”
All eyes fell on E, our little helper.
Goodies for the Teachers
The chocolate treats we sent L’s teachers were such a hit we decided to do the same for E’s teachers. And when I say “we” in that sentence, I mean K.
Gifts for the Teacher
Eating Meatballs
We were heading out to check the mail this afternoon, L riding her scooter and E in my arms, when a old, loud pickup truck roared up the street. The Boy waved furious and shouted, "Hi Truck! We going to eat meatballs!"
In short, the Boy gets excited about the prospect of Swedish meatballs.
