Ralph the Roomba was doing a bang-up job of vacuuming the entire house yesterday. That thing vacuumed for hours and then he'd take himself to his charger, rest there for awhile, and then start back up again! Just like he's supposed to do but does not always, in fact, do. I have no idea why this is. I just help him when he gets stuck or when something inappropriate gets caught in his bin like the little silver fork I found there once. But Maggie decided that Ralph would be perfect for giving Ratty the thrilling experience of taking a ride on a robot down the hallway. As you can see, Ratty was very thrilled indeed! And Ralph did not care at all.
We had a great time with our girl grand. She got sleepy before supper but she managed to stay awake for her fish and corn and cucumbers and CHEESY NOODLES! She ate everything. And then, of course, she had a purple cow.
She wanted a bath and so Boppy got the water in the big old clawfoot going and then he cleaned up the kitchen while I cleaned up the child. She loves that bathtub. It's so big she can go underwater and open her eyes which she demonstrated to me. Then she actually wanted her hair washed so I did that and she loves the shower attachment on the faucet to rinse with. At that point she realized that she had not played yet with the ducks and octopuses and other plastic water creatures that live beside the tub so she did that for a few minutes but then she told me she was very tired and so out of the tub she came, got dried off and put on her pajamas, got cozy in bed, and I read her a story from a princess book that she brought for that purpose. We also FaceTimed her mama and her brothers which gave her a lot of happiness. She didn't need to see them, she just wanted to.
And oh yes- she was in my bed. She'll probably still be sleeping with me when she's fourteen.
She fell asleep and after I got my shower and read for awhile beside her, I turned out the light and we both slept just fine except for waking up once in the night when we both had to pee and I have to admit that I was cranky and I apologized to her this morning about that. For one moment I felt like I had been inhabited by my mother as I was saying something like, "No. I am not going to turn on the light!" Or perhaps it was, "No, I am not going to go get a soft blanket." Or, possibly, "No, I do not wash my hands after I pee in the night."
Something about the way I was holding my body and the way the words were coming out of my mouth, directed at that sweet baby, made me feel a little possessed and a great deal ashamed.
When I apologized this morning she said, "That's all right."
And then she slept until almost ten this morning! We both woke up about 7:30 and we both went back to sleep. I had some most interesting dreams in which almost-flying AND Keith Richards AND the ocean were involved, and got up at 8:30 but she continued to slumber like a curly haired little princess who was under a spell. She WAS tired.
So we had pancakes and bacon and eggs. And then she wanted to play cards and Boppy joined us as we sat at the table on the porch and played two rousing games of Go Fish.
"Oh yes," she said.
And who am I to doubt? There is something just so incredibly precious about being allowed back into that child world of wonder occasionally. A gift. I do not take it for granted.
Here's what I'm listening to.
I guess that's one good thing about not having chickens, right?