Finally Got Around to It
Celebrating El Oso’s 30th only ten days late. We work these things in when we can.
Puck led off the morning running through the house exclaiming, “OH MY SWISS! OH MY SWISS!”
He finds creative ways to get around the rules of what’s appropriate to say, and what’s not. “Oh my hat!” is also a favorite.
So with a full day at our disposal – El Oso smelling of basil-y (black licorice) beard balm – we started things off with an eleven o’clock run to the grocery store. On the way, we helped a spunky grandma find Highway 40; she reminded me of Great Grandma Combs a little.
Green beans, garlic, other tasty things for El Oso’s diet, that he was of course blowing for his birthday. Manilla envelopes to mail off the adoption papers, again.
Transitioning to more interesting subjects, we hit up Chick-Fil-A in the Valley before the post office.
The Gelateria off Grand, Puck digging happily into a baby bowl of strawberry, while El Oso went with ginger and Earl Grey “London Fog” with a mug of coffee. Puck experienced the brain freeze, spooning the creamy mound too quickly.
“I have brain freeze, Dad. I don’t understand!” he said, way too loudly as usual, drawing the attention of random amused (fortunately) hipsters and day workers. “How come the ice cream goes into your head though!”
And the Valley once more for “How to Train Your Dragon 2.” Puck made it successfully through the fictional death of the Viking dad without running out of the theater yelling, “I HATE THIS MOVIE!” I was so proud. Buttered popcorn helped, of course, one shining face (mostly grease) giggling through about 90 minutes of goofy dragon silliness. The boys loved it.
Puck ran around with Anna and Eddie for a little while back home, Anna with that Chinese coin still around her neck. He returned smelling of heavy sweet bug “propellant.”
And then it was the end of another day. Puck had a choice between reading books or watching short interesting videos on the iPhone with El Oso. He chose the videos tonight.
“Dad. By my solemn word. We will read tomorrow.”
Once the little “suckertash” (as El Oso still calls him) was down for the night, we ordered Pizza Hut. Definitely busted out that diet for the birthday. And why wouldn’t we.