June 16
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Back over to the house.
Mom and Carrie-Bri were busy painting all of the trim, floorboards, windowpanes, window frames, etc., white. After two days, they had finished up the dining room.
Meanwhile, Linnea had an 8:00 appointment to see about a chipped molar. She seemed to take after Grandma Snicketts in that regard.
While Collette and Puck waited in the office, they set up a box of Lincoln Logs and looked through the old photo albums of dental patients. This included Dad when he was about four, and Uncle Balthasar.
The news was good for Linnea. According to the X-ray, the baby tooth would be lost in two weeks anyway. So no need to pull it or do anything else at all. Linnea was relieved.
This was followed with a quick breakfast for all, and some shopping, where Mom and Linnea stopped to show Puck the Buzz Lightyear aisle. Collette also added a pack of brightly colored washcloths to the cart, as Puck seemed to like them for the bath. Also, strawberry bubble bath for the rosy little chub-chub.
By the time they had neared the end of their run, Puck was lounged like a king in the cart, with a very soft lime green fuzzy pillow at his back, Linnea’s sunnies, and his chubby flip-flopped feet stuck up at the other end.
Come afternoon, there were more errands for Collette and Carrie-Bri. Post office to mail further adoption paperwork, the bank, Plato’s Closet (Collette found that she needed a shirt for VBS, which would require an iron-on print), and more white spray paint for Mom and red Gatorade for Carrie.
When they returned, Puck was still housed in his napping abode.
“Look, Mama!” he exclaimed as she came in to hand him Donkey. He held up a calculator. “I got a alligator!”
The afternoon brought a trip to Walgreen’s for Collette and Puck, who dropped off the boys and Linnea. Linnea for Dutch chocolate ice cream, a box of Cracker Jack for Puck, and hairspray for the boys… for the bomb.
“Watch Uncle Francis shoot off his rocket,” Collette had told Puck earlier.
“It’s not yet operational,” Creole had quickly explained.
Apparently the hairspray would help make it so.
Rose soon returned from work and Target. Apparently it was a day of shopping all around. Rose had purchased several potted flowers for fifty cents. And a miniature lime tree for five dollars.
Meanwhile Puck’s new standard prayer had become: “Dear Jesus. Dank you for saving us! Namen!”