Thursday, November 3, 2011
Dog Door Afternoon
Sorry about the side-ways photography. I am not a videographer. I do not even know how to spell that.
We visited goats and fed chickens and collected eggs and went on wheelbarrow rides and watered plants and dumped out all the toys and did puzzles and read books and made supper and pretended to be airplanes and monkeys and talked about the tiger in the woods.
We saw trains, we pretended to be scared, we hid from Mer-Mer, we hung out in the garden, we visited the goats again and saw the mule and the donkey too. We drummed. We built. We took a short nap and we were AWAKE and I don't know about Owen but I am going to sleep like the dead.
The child is filthy.
The house is a complete wreck.
He will be back in thirteen and a half hours. I may sleep for at least twelve of those.
Mr. Moon is out of town and I am thinking about leaving all of the dumped-out toys dumped-out. Why not?
Here are my words of wisdom for tonight:
1. Have your babies at as young an age as possible. Like, when you are twelve. Because twelve-year-olds have almost as much energy as two-year-olds and also, the grandmother will be like twenty-four. This will work out well for all concerned.
2. If you have never had or raised a child, do not ever, ever, ever open your mouth to offer parenting advice. EVER. I mean it. You can think whatever you want but keep your damn mouth shut because you do not know shit.
3. If there is anything sweeter than a spontaneous tackle and kiss from a grandchild, I can't even imagine what it is.
It's been a good day.
Now let's go to bed. As Owen would say, "Do it!" And he would mean it. And I do too.