And I held his brother and read the paper and we spent an extremely pleasant half an hour this morning doing that. I'm not really sure what stickers are all about but for an almost-four-year old boy, it seems to be all about moving them from one place to another and that was a dollar well spent.
I know I'm the boy's grandmother but golly, I think he's beautiful.
Gibson was as bright and cheerful and happy today as a child could possibly be. Here's a picture I sent his mother.
I texted her something like, "Too bad he's so miserable at Mermer's house."
Then I sent her this one.
As you can see, Gibson is on the phone. He's on the phone all day long which is odd because neither his parents nor I am really on the phone that much. He uses various things for phones. Real phones, a toy phone, seashells, boxes, whatever. I always feel as if I'm interrupting a conversation when I ask him questions. "Gibson, would you like a banana? Oh, wait. You're on the phone. I'm sorry."
They were playing with a dolphin and an elephant in a pan of water. Elephants like water you know. The pan was supposed to be on the towel but the towel got a little crowded. That didn't last too long to tell you the truth. The water was escaping its container in mysterious ways. Like into the dump truck and that brass thing.
Anyway, it's not ALL Rolling Stones and running around here. There are other activities.
And yes, The Mickey Mouse Club was on. Don't you judge me. I read an entire New Yorker today while those kids entertained themselves. It was awesome. But I played with them a lot too. Candy Land- one game- which is about my limit, and about half a game of Battle with cards. Owen reached his limit with that one.
There was a bath because Owen has growing pains in his legs and there was lunch, of course, and there was feeding goats and chickens and there was bubble blowing and pretend-I'm-a-wild-animal-and-you-tell-me-to-get-in-my-cage (laundry basket, upside down) and there was some book reading and horse riding and all the regular stuff and there was even a little nap. So it was a good day here at Chez Mermer.
After the boys left I swept and mopped the laundry room and bathroom and kitchen. It had to be done. Those floors were filthy and nasty and disgusting. Now they are lovely and Mr. Moon is home and I'm going to make some chili and it looks and feels like rain and I am pleading with the gods to bring it on because it's still and hot and humid and thick and sticky and pretty much just your normal early-evening August weather. I don't hear or see a bird or any frogs (who may, at this point, be so saturated with rain that they don't even bother to croak in anticipation of it or maybe they know something I don't) and Mr. Moon is unloading his Georgia Red Dirt Encrusted Truck of the things he took with him to Georgia and this is the way it is here in North Florida tonight. I'm not feeling poetic or funny or too exhausted or too excited or too crazy or too anything, mostly just glad it was a good day and no one fell down or grated themselves and I'm about to go start cutting up peppers and onions and garlic and so forth.
I hear a porch martini may be in the offing and that's about as exciting as anything I've heard today.
I've got a clean kitchen floor and that won't last long but it'll be nice as long as it does.
We're all doing the best that we can around here and I'm sure you are too and let's all try to remember to cherish and appreciate the little things because life IS all about the little things and you can quote me on that although why would you bother?
Much love...Ms. Moon