Monday, April 21, 2014

The Way You Do Dat Ting


The boys were so very good today. Gibson was his agreeable self, saying "yes" far more than "no" which was a refreshing change, to be honest. We didn't do much. The regular stuff. But we did pick up bamboo which had been kicked and put it in the garden cart and when we finished dumping it out, Owen decided that the cart needed washing.
"That's fine with me," I said.
I got them some shop rags and a bucket of water and let them have at it. They scrubbed for half an hour before Gibson tired of the game.
"You want to help, Mer?" asked Owen at one point.
"Nope. Thanks, though," I told him. I sat on a rock and watched them toil. It was strangely satisfying.

Gibson's really talking these days. When he hears something, from Elvis crowing to a train coming, he asks, "What dat ting?" which is about the cutest damn thing I've ever heard. We were blowing bubbles, or at least I was blowing bubbles (and yes, Mutant Ninja Turtle bubbles are amazing) and when Gibson begged to try and I let him and he managed to get a few bubbles out he said, "I did dat ting!"

Owen told me I was beautiful today but I'm pretty sure it was because I was making him a sherbet and grape juice drink. It reminded me of the part in The Yearling where Jody tells his ma she's beautiful and she's says something like, "You always think that when I'm fixing your vittles."
Yeah. Well. That's the way it is.
When I went to tell them good-bye in the van when they were leaving with their daddy, Owen gave me what I can only call a flirtatious wink which I'm sure he picked up from some movie. It cracked me up. Well, what else is a grandma for if not to practice your flirting skills on?
Ah, these days of sweet innocence.
They will not last forever.

Nor will this day which is good because I'm not really feeling that great. Just tired. And why is it that when you're tired, everything looms so large and seems so important? I do not know, but it does.

But then there is sleep and we get up and we do dat ting, over and over again.

See you tomorrow.

Love...Ms. Moon





6 comments:

  1. Thanks for making me smile. Trying to do the library newsletter and must just do dat ting instead of procrastinating. You always help me.
    Hugs.

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  2. "And why is it that when you're tired, everything looms so large and seems so important?"

    That question helped me get a bit of perspective just now. Thank you for that.

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  3. Well, who could help but love that one :)

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  4. Love this. That is all =) xoxo

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  5. Those boys are something else. Sounds like a good day.

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