Beans & Snow

For the first time since school started – I’m pretty sure – Puck was the first one to wake up. At least on a school day. This morning he came running into our room in his spacecraft footie pajamas, threw himself on the bed – all 61 pounds – thrashing around like an inchworm on caffeine.

“WAKE UP!! WAKE UP!!”

At breakfast, El Oso paid me a compliment of the day. “You are the oatmeal master!”

So flattered.

In other news, however, as I parted curtains around the house … DAH DAH DAAAAH!!!!

Flurries.

Little flakes of flurries in the sunlight.

Ug. Shiver. I may love Iceland. But I love it for the scenery, and for visiting, not for the snow. But I’ll live with it. Summer to winter, winter to summer. That’s how we do.

El Oso took the day off. Dropped Puck off at school for a field trip to the Botanical Gardens. Picked up strawberry jam and ziplock bags on the way back. Finished editing a book cover.

I did my own edits in the kitchen all morning.

Quiet times.

By three o’clock we were at school, picking up the Puckster. The gardens had been a success. In one hand he held a packaged pot that he had planted himself, labeled “beans”.

“Now we won’t have to buy beans anymore!” he declared, as if he had just made a personal contribution to the home pantry.

He was congratulated on his efforts. Although how they walked the gardens at all in the ridiculous cold of the morning and afternoon, I don’t know.

“I don’t have any reading homework tonight,” Puck said from the back seat with – I imagined – an evil grin. “No more reading for me!”

He picked up his Minecraft book and started reading it.

We stopped for mini churros on the way home. Because we could.

After a “Dad and Puck” homework session at the whiteboard, it was already too dark and too frigid to play with the neighbor kids in the street anyway.

So we drove out to Chick-Fil-A for sustenance. Also because we could. And watched Shirley Temple in “Curly Top” over dinner, until it dissolved into logic games on the iPad with the boys.