Just in case y'all were wondering- purple cows were enjoyed last night. For those of you who are not familiar with these unique-to-us treats, I sort of stole the idea of what is sometimes referred to as "Methodist Punch" and turned it into a spend-the-night delight for the grandkids. Methodist Punch is sherbet (any flavor), grape juice, and ginger ale. Actually, any sort of fruit juice can be used. I used to love that stuff when I was a kid. Boppy has improved the recipe by adding M&M's. He always makes the purple cows and always offers me one. Somehow, I never want one. Perhaps I need that whole punch bowl situation with a big ol' chunk of sherbet floating in it to really enjoy it.
But it is a real and true tradition here now.
Gibson is such a sweet guest. He never fusses and he is never loud or rowdy. We don't really do much. Play some cards, eat our meals, and he does love the Oculus. TV is involved. I think mostly the boy just likes being the only child for awhile, getting all the love and attention. He is in every way a middle child. He is not the first born or the baby and also, Maggie is SUCH a girl. Lily tries so hard not to let him get lost in the shuffle and she does very well but let's face it- we all need a break from our families of birth at some time or another. This morning we had our pancakes and then he and I played some Go Fish.
He beat the hell out of me at that too.
But he's a gracious winner.
When Jason came to get him, Owen and Maggie were with him and I almost wept when Owen got out of the truck. That kid is growing way too fast. He's passed me in height, of course, and is closing in on his dad. Gibson will be taller than me too, soon. And he's only in the fifth grade. Maggie's got some height on her too. When she came in the house today I showed her my new dolls. Betty May Tiger Jumper and her baby, Scarlet, and Rosa Violet.
She especially liked Rosa Violet.
"She looks like a baby!" she said. And then she said, "She is a baby."
After they all left I made a pineapple upside down cake and a smaller blackberry/pineapple upside down cake.
She remarried when Billy was about six or seven and at first Billy was thrilled- a man in the house to teach him how to be a man!
And then his stepfather began to visit Billy in his childhood bed in the basement bedroom that he'd built for Billy, and thus began five years of regular and relentless molestation.
I do believe that.
And he has. He does. He will.