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 mean...is he going to be a writer or what? Four years old!
Not too shabby.