The main reason one needs a young baby sitter! Forest had his “horse” Nicola, ride over to the veggie garden, so he could eat his fresh beans, while in the saddle. Now how much fun would that be, and no, I wouldn’t do it for him. Something about getting up again.
Monthly Archives: December 2011
Well, we managed to eat dinner out two nights in a row, so it must really be getting closer to summer. The days are cool, then the late afternoons get lovely. Slow to start, but worth the wait. Frank’s making sure we’ll really miss him by feeding us so well. I’m already missing him, before he’s left. It’s the anticipation. So I better practice the living in the now, now.
This sweet guy, almost three, is making his “box train” in front of the birthing pool, set up, but not filled yet, in preparation for the home birth of his brother. Forest knows that will happen one of these days, but he’s “in the now” at this moment, and we adults watching are all so delighted by the energy that that kind of “time” gives off.
Forest is helping out his Bubie (me..Polish) with the laundry. The clothes have dried, and Forest, naked save for the clothes-peg holding apron, tied around his neck! is taking the pegs as I remove the clothes. Forest had become naked, to lay down in a puddle on the grass, as it had rained a lot yesterday. And then he could save a trip to the toilet too. Makes sense.
everyday, Will makes a new fort for Forest to sleep in, for naps and night-time. On work days, this means Will needs to make the extra time in the a.m. to get the new fort made for the day’s nap later on. The love, time, creativity that go into this! It’s a pleasure to be here to witness this ritual. And wouldn’t we all love our own fort to keep us safe?
sometimes when you finally finish today’s “job list” and playing with your grandchild and running errands, AND you find the hammock empty, you realize there is still one more job to be done… Dogs are so honest. If they need affection, they ask for it. If you need their affection, they give, no hesitation. They clearly expect the same respect. So, yo, you can’t just think “it’s all about me” hammock time, yet.
travelling again, to Jen’s, in the North Island. The airport in Nelson, (South Island) was lovely. It’s the nature all around, and never any overhead wires. Everywhere the very best Chai Latte’s are served, in glass. Very French? Or is it because I’m reading Birdsong, by Sebastin Faulks, set in France, that I think that. Reading for pleasure is such a portable past-time . I’m so glad it’s something that I embrace. It doesn’t help with Scrabble as much as I’d like it to. Jen beat Will and Frank and I in the evening. Let’s say I was jet-lagged.
It was a rainy day, so we drove into Nelson, 20 minutes away. These bikes were parked in front of the Tourist info office. There was a young couple, a CRAWLING baby, and a 3 yr. old! One bike had the cart to pull the children, the other a “trailer” to pull the luggage. There were crocs and sand toys hanging about. I could never be this brave or adventurous, at any age, and not with KIDS and RAIN! And you don’t know how steep, curvy and narrow the roads are. This sissy is sticking to walking.