32 : Casualty Number Two
There they were again. About 5:45 in the morning. Little toes digging into my ribs. I think he does it to keep them warm, but it certainly doesn’t keep me warm. Fortunately, despite the earliness of the hour, I had my phone. This little niño will keep himself ocupado for an hour just by looking at pictures of himself. So I take many of them for emergency situations such as this.
Oxbear and Puck had a busy schedule that morning, which included a viewing of “The Secret Life of Pets” at the mall. And replacing the whoopee cushion that Puck somehow broke a couple of weeks ago.
Meanwhile, Spanish class ended with me accidentally telling Yali en español that I was going “to eat” him. We try.
The afternoon was warm and quiet. Quiet until I woke Yali from a 90-minute nap. We sat on the porch to wake him up again, which didn’t work too well, because eventually I heard him snoring on my shoulder again.
About an hour later, the boys showed up after the movies. Full of popcorn. And ready to shop for jeans. Puck keeps growing and growing. While we were out, Yali put his birthday gift card to good use with the purchase of a neon green rubber dinosaur almost as big as himself.
Back for more water slide, I made the mistake of taking advantage of the boys being currently occupied to cut Oxbear’s hair. About two minutes in, and the boys had finished with the water slide. So while Oxbear’s discarded hair and beard blew around the back patio, I had to stop about every thirty seconds to prevent Yali from running around the yard in his birthday suit.
“Puck! Put that towel back on him!”
“I’m trying, Mom! I’M TRYING!”
Giggle, giggle, laugh, laugh, laugh.
While we tried to get some dinner in their stomachs before bedtime, Yali – for the first time in his young life – clearly pronounced his brother’s name. Puck was completely thrilled.
“HE SAID MY NAME! HE SAID MY NAME! HE SAID MY NAME!”
About twenty minutes later, I was on hands and knees on the basement floor, hunting out all the tiny shards of glass that still remained from the floor lamp Yali had somehow managed to knock over and shatter. On carpet. I’m not sure how he managed it, but he managed it. Casualty Number One of our stay at the Silverspoon house had been a drinking glass Puck knocked off the counter. Destroyed. I hope our house sells soon. Or I simply can’t guarantee how much glassware will remain in this house, intact.