I'll tell you the truth- I am tired.Grandmother did not get so much sleep last night and not all of it was Owen's fault. I had a very hard time getting to sleep and then, well, Owen did wake up and let's face it- it's hard on a one-year old who has never before in his life woken up not to find mama and daddy to wake up and not have them around but instead, Old Grandmother with her hair down trying to poke a bottle into his mouth.
That sentence does not read well.
I am sorry. Like I said, I am a bit tired.
But it is the most beautiful day and when Owen did wake up this morning, he was as cheerful as a bluebird, ready to play and eat bananas (which he can say- yes!- banana!) and get his clothes on and play where's-Owen's-hand? as I took his pajamas off. His mood was not so good when he and his mama and daddy and I left the pediatrician's office after getting four shots. It was horrible and I had to look out the window and I got a terrible hot flash while he was crying.
I am way too sensitive to a baby's cry. Let's face it.
But now I have all the doors and windows opened and have scrubbed three toilets and am washing sheets and making all ready for Kathleen's stay with us tomorrow night. I am boiling a chicken (not one of mine!) and am going to make her a soup and try to have things tidied up and swept, at least. The dust may coat everything and the baseboards are beyond imaginably filthy and the floors need mopping but the outdoors has been washed clean by the rain and the air is dryer and cooler and for all of my sleep deprivation I feel good.
It is Billy's birthday and I am quietly celebrating that in my heart. That boy...
And if I get everything done and maybe a small nap, I will meet up with him and Shayla and Waylon and probably a ton of other people for pizza in town tonight. We shall see.
I am drinking cold coffee and trying to stay awake and doing the best I can. It's almost too beautiful a day to consider wasting any of it sleeping anyway.
The confederate rose is blooming.
The light is sheer perfection.
My five hens and Elvis are happily scratching about the yard.
It is a very, very good day here in Lloyd where my grandson slept (mostly) last night cuddled up close to me and where the sheets, at least, will be clean tonight.
Love...Ms. Moon
Hi Dear One,
ReplyDeleteHappy Day. And I am wondering, if the "Confederate Rose" is what we call a Holly Hock? The leaves and buds/seedpods look so closely related. I love-love-love the flamingos in with your chicken flock ;-)
It's so hot here, today, that I am doing housework just so I can stay inside!
Laura Dear- No. Not the same thing. It's related to what we call the Rose of Sharon. Also hibiscus and okra. Isn't it fancy?
ReplyDeleteI am so grateful it's not so hot here today. So grateful.
How good does that cool air feel? So fine.
ReplyDeleteAren't clean sheets lovely? Everything fresh, and like putting a new face on even the slowest-moving of days.
ReplyDeleteYour bottle tree is cool. I wonder what spirits are in those bottles.
ReplyDeleteSyd: Vodka and rum, mostly, but that was before they got hung on the tree. (haha)
ReplyDeleteSo glad you had a good breakfast with the Boy and that it has cooled off. You are right - the light on that Confederate Rose is fabulous. Keeses. N2
ReplyDeleteI love that bottle tree. I am taking a cue from you and having some afternoon coffee...
ReplyDeletelove the looking out gaze of your owen.
ReplyDeleterest easy ....
xoxoxox.
rebecca
Owen must be looking for his rooster Elvis....or planning on what he will be doing with you when he is dressed.
ReplyDeleteSorry for the poor sleep...still such a treat to have your first of many sleepovers for Owen.
Now your set for Kathleen...hope her foot/leg is better. I do believe more than enough has been placed on her shoulders that she does not deserve. The chicken soup sounds as comforting as fresh bread slathered with butter fresh from the oven...you have made me hungry!
DTG- Heavenly.
ReplyDeleteNancy C- As heavenly as the cooler air.
Syd- I think my son answered that question although some were bought as is and some people have given me wine bottles.
N2- It's amazing how quickly the light and its essence have changed.
Lisa- Well. I'm still awake. It must have worked.
rebecca- He was at the doctor's office, no doubt wishing he was outside where it was beautiful and no one wanted to poke him.
Ellen- I think this is probably about the fifth chicken soup I've made her in the past few months. I guess I'm trying to cure her with garlic and carrots and chicken. Sigh.
The Confederate Rose is beautiful! I love the photo of Owen looking out the window and also your new banner of him in his KISS t-shirt. Owen is too damn cool.
ReplyDeleteLove you, MM!