Sunday, November 10, 2013
And Here There Is Enough For All And Then More
This was the scene in my kitchen at about nine a.m. Sweet potato/apple/banana/pecan pancakes and bacon.
Plenty of bacon.
Which made everyone very happy, as you can tell.
We had a good time with those boys. Last night was terrific. Boppy and Owen made the fire and it was a roaring good one, snapping and sparking until it burned down to good coals. They cooked steaks and sweet potatoes for us while Gibson and I made green beans and sliced up the bread. We all ate like beasts and Owen proclaimed himself to be a Steak Monster. He has just truly realized that meat comes from animals and after a short bout of internal ethical debate, he's cool with that. For now, at least.
After supper there were baths and wrapping up in towels and then pajamas and we let them play for a little while to get some ya-ya's out. Gibson had only had about a fifteen minute nap all I day and I knew he was tired. I'd watched him fade and rally at least five times over the course of the evening. His last burst of energy came when he and Owen and I laid down on the bed to watch Tarzan. He wiggled and bounced all over the bed. He was a jumping bean, a boy-determined-not-to-sleep. Finally I said, "Enough of this," and took him to the Pack'n'Play where I deposited him with his blanky, his stuffed manatee, his bear who plays sweet soft music. I laid down on the bed beside his bed and he fussed for a moment or two and then he laid down on top of the manatee, the bear by his side, and he was asleep in the blink of an eye.
I slept with Owen, and Boppy slept in the room with Gibson. Good move on my part! Owen slept like a cool, still stone while Gibson woke up at three and Boppy took him into his bed where he flung himself about for the rest of the night and finally sat up at 6:45 and was truly awake.
Mr. Moon is moving slowly today, let me just say.
The parents have come to collect their guys and it's Sunday morning and it'll probably take us all day to recover but that's okay. It all worked out very well and not once did the boys ask for their parents. They feel completely happy and safe here, although Gibson did dive for his mama's breast as soon as she picked him up.
I am so grateful for the fact that they are so at home here. I am so grateful for the safety and love we can provide and the fun as well.
I keep thinking about the possible 10,000 dead in the Philippines and I realize how very tenuous life can be. I can't even comprehend it. My heart stills at the thought of what the aftermath must look like, smell like, feel like for those who did survive.
I have no words.
It is Sunday. We are here.
What a fucking miracle.