It's A Good Thing We Have Children When We're Young

Lily and the boys and Hank and my friend Liz Sparks and I had lunch today at Fanny's (the Greek salad is to die for) and sat outside so that Owen and Gibson could run around like two wild men, which they did, under the trees and around the daffodils and only came to the table to eat their grilled cheese. Well, Owen ate his grilled cheese. Gibson ate most of the fried okra and deviled eggs and black olives. He's in an appetizer phase, I guess.

Anyway, after lunch we went to Costco and that's where that little play house was and the boys had to check it out. I think they could have played in it for hours if we'd let them, which we did not. After Costco we went to PUBLIX and Owen wailed and said, "Can someone just stay in the car with me?" But no, Lily and I both had to go in and I bought an inordinate amount of not-very-healthy food. I blame being exhausted. Here's Owen in a monkey disguise.

He ended up having a good time. Gibson, who is going to turn two in twenty days must have read an article about the Terrible Twos because he is suddenly Mr. Negativo. Which is shocking in that he's always been the most delightfully tempered child ever born.
"No, no, no, no, NO!" is what he is mostly saying these days. But he really doesn't want his picture taken. He's like Alec Baldwin with the paparazzi. I fear for my life or a law suit if I try to get a picture of him smiling.

Anyway, I had to come home and go to bed after all that fun. I talk about sleep a lot, don't I? Well, too bad. I love to sleep and do it as frequently as possible.

Now I'm up and Mr. Moon is going out to start the coals to cook us some damn red meat. Don't worry. There will be vegetables. I'm thinking of a nice arugula salad with grapefruit, strawberries, goat cheese and a blueberry-balsamic vinaigrette. So that's vegetables AND fruit. Right? Maybe with pine nuts. Or pecans. Damn but I'm going to miss my arugula when it all dies back. It's already bolting.

Friday night in Lloyd and I'm happy to be here with my husband. When Owen was telling Lily and me jokes today in the car and every one of them had the word "poop" in it, I said to her, "I'm pretty glad I've already done this and that it's your turn."
And I was.
But I'll tell you something else- Owen spontaneously ran up and tackled me today and hugged me and said, "I love you, Mer," and I'm pretty darn delighted to be a grandmother, too.

I hate the expression, "It's all good," because that's a bullshit lie but I think that in this case, it is pretty accurate.

Friday night in Lloyd and it's all good.

See you tomorrow.

Love...Ms. Moon