Naps Are Nice

Mr. Owen has been here since six this morning and we've already fed chickens and patted goats and read books and had smoothie and oatmeal and traveled the yard and run the porches and now he's laying down for a nap.
I had to call Lily at work to verify a new thing Owen is saying which I thought was "nice" but wasn't sure. She said that yep, that's what he's saying. He says it all stretched out, "Niiiice," which is funny because he says it about everything he likes. Lily says he learned it from her because when he hits, she takes his hand and strokes her face with it and says it. "Niiiice."
Oatmeal is nice and so is feeding chickens. So sayeth Owen.
And he's right.
And Lily is an awesome mama.

Well. Monday morning. A week ahead where I don't have but one rehearsal and then we get to perform three times more, twice on Saturday! and make 'em laugh and make 'em cry and I think I need to call the woman who dyed my hair to get a bit more red put in. My mother is right- it's more brown now than it is red and hell, if I'm gonna be a redhead, I want to be a REDHEAD!
Funny that I can make an appointment to get my hair done but calling the dentist for a cleaning just seems impossible.

Harumph.

I'm going to take a picture of the flowering trees but the sky is gray today and rain is starting to patter down so not yet. I want it to look GLORIOUS when I take that picture. Right now it would look sort of black-and-white-and-gray and that's not what spring is about. Okay, sometimes it is but around here if you just wait a few hours, it will change into something else.
And we need the rain.
My peas are coming up and Mr. Moon told me this morning that I should plant the potatoes.
Haha! I said and we both laughed because Owen was in my arms and demanding more nice things and planting the potatoes is not going to happen THIS morning.
Maybe later.

After Grandmother has a lie-down too. I hope Owen sleeps for awhile. Bless his little heart.
Yes. A nap sounds niiiiice.