May 11, 2005
haphazard
6:30 am
I bought the Archer Farms brand of coffee at SuperTarget (instead of my usual Starbucks), and this morning I brewed a pot. ‘How is it?’ Wade asked.
‘It doesn’t suck,’ I told him.
‘Good use of the double negative,’ he said.
10:00 am
If it is at all practical, I prefer not to wear shorts. I have a lovely summer wardrobe of cute skirts and fabulous capri pants, like these from Old Navy (I bought them in ‘Bunglaow’ and in black–they’re the best). Last summer it was cool-ish here, and I was able to get away with this. This year, it’s already topping out near 90, and I may have to rethink the whole shorts thing.
Charlie in particular is fascinated by my no-shorts decision, if only because it contradicts the current house rule about his clothes: no sweats (which are the only long pants he will wear, sadly). On Monday, he dressed himself for school and chose–you guessed it–sweat pants. ‘You’ll be hot,’ I told him (and I was right–he wound up pulling them up over his knees for most of the day).
Today I have on a tee shirt and a pair of capri cargo pants. When Charlie and I went out to play in the yard, he looked me over and said, ‘You’ll be hot.’
And he was right.
6:00 pm
Henry spent most of dinner crying and insisting that vegetables are bad for you after we told him that he had to eat either one pea or one bite of rotisserie chicken if he wanted a roll. This wasn’t really funny (it wasn’t funny at all, actually), but there it is.
7:00 pm
In an effort to get Charlie to read stories with me, I laid down in his bed. Unfortunately, I was laying on top of his blankie. He threw himself on the floor and whined, ‘I want my blankie!’ ‘It’s right here, buddy,’ I told him. ‘Give it to me!’ he whined. I put it over my head and said, ‘No, you come and get it.’ He thought this was a riot and made me do it over and over again.
The best part was either his direction–’Put the blankie over your head. No, your whole head! And your tummy! No, lay down!’ and so on–or his very very convincing fake whining (after he got me covered to his liking, he would flop down and whine, ‘I want my blankie!’). We went on like this for a good fifteen minutes. It was about the funniest thing that happened here all day.
And finally . . .
Henry has his appointment with the psychologist tomorrow morning. We told him, cheerfully, this morning that he isn’t going to school tomorrow! Because he’s going to the doctor! And then to lunch with Daddy!
He started to cry. ‘I don’t want to go to the doctor,’ he wailed. Then, suddenly, he stopped. ‘Is it Doctor Scott [the opthamologist] again?’
No, we said.
‘Oh. The dentist–what’s his name?’
No, we said again. This is a new doctor, you’ll like her. ‘She’s fun,’ Wade told him, ’she’s going to play with you.’
He sighed. ‘Okay, I guess.’
Poor little boy.
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May 12th, 2005 at 7:03 am, ieatcrayonz Says:
Susan,
Excellent use of a double negative, IMO.
I’m also a capri person, although my height makes me look even shorter and frumpier in them. Ah, who cares, they’re comfy. Your link makes me salivate for our Old Navy opening this fall. Oooohhhh.
Charlie is very perceptive. Maybe he’s headed for a career in meteorology.
I’m so glad that you enjoy things like the blankie game. That’s how I want to be with little punkin.
Best of luck with Henry and the psychologist this morning.