That's Owen scowling at me for taking his picture.
"I hate those pictures!" he said but I am his grandmother and I took the picture anyway and there it is, scowl and all. He is feeling better but has circles under his pretty brown eyes and Gibson was a little fussy too although when he woke up from his nap and found me instead of his mother, he only fussed for a minute and then allowed me to hold him close to me and show him pictures on my phone of his grandfather which is what he always asks for. He points to the phone and says, "Boppa!"
I show him all the pictures. "Who's that?" I ask him. And he tells me. Owen, Gibson, Mama, Daddy, MerMer, Boppy, Hank, May, Jessie, Vergil. He smiles and nods with his whole body. I never want to forget that, how he nods with his whole body. It starts at his head but it travels all the way down, a sort of dance of agreement or of recognition or of happiness.
I kiss his neck and he says, "Guga," and offers me the other side to get sugar from. Lily reminded me yesterday that Owen was his age when she got pregnant with Gibson. "We thought he was so grown up," she said.
And we did, but of course we had no one to compare him with but his younger, even more of a baby self.
Owen today told me that his mother might have another baby someday. A sister! And wouldn't that be awesome?
"What if she has another baby someday and it's a boy? Another brother?"
"Two brothers!" he said. "What would we name him?"
Lily and I waited to see what he would come up with.
"Maybe Dragor," he finally said. "Because he would like dragons."
Note to self: Do not let Owen name any of his future possible siblings.
I hate this time change. Yes. Still. I was waiting for Jason to get home, knowing that I had to get to the grocery store, that I had left the back door open for my dogs, that the heat was off and it was getting cold and that it was getting quite dark. Owen wanted to watch Power Rangers but Gibson wanted to watch something else which I could not determine. It was a miracle that I could operate the TV's remote and find anything they wanted to watch at all. Owen is convinced that the inability of his grandparents to operate the remote at his house is because we are old. He reminds me of this frequently. But today I was operating it skillfully.
"B!" Gibson kept saying, grabbing for the remote. I had no idea what "B" was. It wasn't Barney and it wasn't Elmo and it wasn't Mickey Mouse and the Beanstalk and Owen kept insisting that his brother really wanted to watch Power Rangers, despite the sad proof that he did not in that every time I put on the Power Rangers, Gibson cried.
"I wish Gibson was asleep," Owen said. "Then I could just watch Power Rangers."
When Jason got home Owen was watching Power Rangers and I had given up all responsibility and was letting Gibson watch Yo Gabba Gabba on Youtube on my phone.
Lord, Lord. What a world and I have no shame.
(I will say that that Gabba Gabba guy is a good dancer, though. I will admit that.)
I handed over the children to their sweet, tired papa and went to the store. I bought completely random things including organic carrots and butternut squash-filled pasta and a huge container of spinach and dark chocolate and tangerines and some sort of black rice and a lobster tail (on sale for $3.99!) and humus and BOGO coffee (again! already!) and finally and at last, dog shampoo. I came home and shut up the chickens and fed the cat and turned on the heat and the lights and moved laundry from washer to dryer and I've made up the bed with clean sheets and I've wrapped the most tender of my plants against the possible freeze and I've talked to all of my children except Jessie and I have leftovers heating up because I'm just too tired to cook.
I still haven't called the Dish people so my TV is probably still fucked up but hell's bells- I haven't turned it on in two days.
The book I'm reading in my cozy bed requires no technical ability other than turning pages so it hasn't been a problem but I will call them tomorrow.
I hear that the deer are moving. The wind has quit blowing. My house is quite cozy. My plants are as protected as I can provide. My grandsons are in the very capable hands of their daddy while their mama is at work.
We abide, as the Dude says.
I have nothing more to add to that.