Taking Owen to pee in a a little bush-lined island in the parking lot of the Costco. We got out of the store and to the car and he had to pee and I was going to take him back to the store and way, way back to where the restrooms are which was about a mile in distance and then I looked at those little islands with no one parked around them and I said, "Come on."
We stepped over the bushes and I taught him the word "discreet." Well, sort of.
I love the way little boys can pee anywhere and I am not a firm believer that all pee-pee must be delivered into the Great White Toilet. It's just a little pee. We were...discreet.
When we were walking back to the car he said, "I so tired. Hold me." So I picked him up and hoisted him onto my hip, his great long legs dangling down. "Only to the car though," I said, which was stupid- I mean, did I think he was hoping I'd carry him all the way home?
I don't ever want to not be strong enough to pick up and carry a tired child. Ever. I know that day will come.
Not yet, though.
I should not have gone to trivia last night. Usually, when our family gets together to play Trivia we kick some damn ass. Last night we barely made it out of the bottom three. I'm not quite sure we did. It would have been embarrassing if I had actually cared. But it was a sweet time, being with Lily and Russell and Chuck and Mr. Moon and I do love love watching Hank being the Trivia Master. He is a firm Trivia Master. Do not get caught holding a cell phone. Just don't do it!
I love that design. He did it himself. Of course. Hank is a graphics genius.
Last night's hint was Civil Rights. Not quite four years ago, Hank posted an incredible and well-researched piece about Stonewall which you can read here.
If you didn't know why our president mentioned Stonewall in his inauguration speech, go read that post of Hank's and you will. I linked it when he wrote it and I'm proud to link it again now. I was proud of Obama for mentioning Stonewall. It should be taught in our children's history books.
Maybe one day.
Well, there's business to attend to. I need to get moving here and go to town and attend to it. It's cold as hell (yes, cold for Florida- it is below freezing) and I am going to try and force myself to wear something other than the black dress because honestly, this is getting to the point of not-normal. No matter how comfortable and easy a dress is, there is something wrong with wearing it every time I leave the house for two weeks. I mean EVERY TIME.
Black dress, some sweater or shirt under it, tights. My black Mary Jane Crocs.
Okay. Maybe I'll wear it again today. It's the essence of comfort.
I don't even wear a bra, okay? I wear a stretchy camisole thing with a shelf bra in it.
Hey. I started this post talking about taking Owen to pee in the Costco parking lot.
I guess that's where I am today. It's all about the basics.
And I'm going to make vegetable and venison soup for dinner. And I'll try not to pee in any parking lots and if you get real tired I might be able to carry you as far as the car.