Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Morning Time

At seven-thirty this morning two little boys showed up at my bedside to say "Good Morning!" and it was fine. They both slept through the night together on our old bed. Gibson fell asleep almost upon hitting the pillow and Owen took a little longer. We read two stories and then he asked for the Mr. Peep story and that did the trick.
And come to think of it, I haven't seen Mr. Peep in awhile. He may be dead. Hmmm...
Well, his story will love on forever.

So morning is here and they've both had smoothies and now Gibson is eating his favorite sandwich which is two pieces of bread, cheese, and lettuce.
Gibson asked for some nuts. I offered to cook him an egg but no, he wanted nuts.
He and I went and let the chickens out and gave them some scratch. He is such an incredibly cheerful child. Nothing seems to bother him and he limps along with that leg in a cast like an pirate with a  peg-leg and last night when I put his cast-cover on him before the bath, he helped me pump the air out. It is a very cool thing and works on a vacuum.

Lily has been sending various pictures and reports from New Orleans and it would appear to me that they are having a very fine and big time. It makes me very happy to think of them there, and more than anything, knowing that they can sleep as long as they want.

And now Gibson is trying to get me to play Monopoly. Which reminds me of something Owen was telling me in the car yesterday. It was a story about how he had been shipwrecked and a giant hand raised up out of the ocean and grabbed him and shook him like a dice and threw him onto an island.
I he going to be a writer or what? Four years old!

So that's what's going on in Lloyd today.

Not too shabby.


  1. Ah, the power of storytelling! It's in the genes!

  2. Oh, sweetness. Did I already type this on another post? Possibly, but that's what I see -- pure sweetness.

  3. Well Owen certainly comes by that writing gene honestly. What imagery!

  4. Glad that Lily and Jason are enjoying New Orleans. Looks like you have your hands full.


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