When Mr. Moon and Owen's other grandmama and I showed up at his school today we found him on the playground, running around with a gang of kids, and he was wearing the birthday crown.
"He's the idea boy," said his teacher whom I think loves him. He sure does love her.
When he finally saw us, he was so happy and introduced us to his best friend, Chase.
It was excellent, being able to see Owen so happy at his new school with so many friends and when they lined up to go to lunch, the little girl next to Owen was holding her knee up with a paper towel pressed to it. She'd scraped it on the playground.
"Are you all right?" Owen asked her and then he reached over and helped her hold her leg up.
Oh. My heart.
Let me just say that school cafetoriums smell just like school cafeterias, unto Eternity.
We settled at a table, Chase sitting next to Owen who sat next to his Boppy, and Joanne, his other grandmother and I sat across the table from them. A tiny, tiny sprite of a little girl all in pink with a thousand beaded braids sat next to me. Her name was Veronica and I watched in awe as she ate her broccoli first, as daintily as princess. She and I had a good time chatting. Her grandma, she said, was in the hospital, but she knows her grandma loves her and she gives her lots and lots of hugs. We discussed these and many other things while we ate our lunch. I sort of wanted to put her in my purse and bring her home. She was that precious.
Chase's grandparents showed up as well and we had a fine time, eating our lunches and discussing things. Owen was SO happy.
And then, suddenly, it was time for the children to line up to go back to their room and for the grandparents to leave.
And in that one second, Owen started weeping with all the sadness in the world and hugged Joanne and buried his head into her. He could not stand the idea of us leaving him.
My heart broke.
He recovered somewhat and I realized, once again, how sweet and sensitive this child is.
It's got to be a bit of a stressful time in his life. Moving into a new house, new babies coming, his birthday, all of it- it's a lot. It's a lot for grown-ups and it's a lot for children.
I went to Lily's house and gave her some eggs and she showed me all the baby clothes she'd bought in the last few days and especially last night at some big sale of used but still good children's clothing. Here are the shoes.
Can you stand it?
Here's a little dress and sweater set she bought. It reminds me of my darling Lis.
It even has a little petticoat underneath!
Pink and pink and pink.
The house is coming together. They have made huge progress in the last day, putting things away and hanging pictures and so forth.
Do you remember Rusty, the feral kitten I saved last winter who was under my porch steps?
Here he is. His tail is about fourteen feet in circumference. He seems to be fine in his new surroundings.
And there you have it.
Martini night here and I'm about to make supper.
Birthday party tomorrow.
Baby coming when baby comes.
Tomorrow I'll be making my first Tres Leches cake. Much cream whipping will be involved.
Wish me luck.