November 30
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Another quiet day on the final of November.
5:30 wake-up call for the Puckling.
Bing Crosby Christmas.
Fry up. Eggs only.
Tutoring.
In the early morning, the skies were scattered with flurries.
And in other notable news of the day…
It seemed quite confirmed by that time in Puck’s young life, that he was, indeed, right-handed.
During Puck’s quiet hour…
“Mag-ne-si-um! Mag-ne-si-um!” he chanted over and over.
Who knew why, exactly…
Then…
“Mama,” he declared. “We need, we need… to give dat crib to Baby Hesed. ‘Cause they definitely, definitely need a crib for Baby Hesed.”
And for the afternoon, Puck pretended to carry around Baby Hesed in a little box.
“You’re going to miss Baby Hesed when he goes to Africa, aren’t you?” Collette asked him.
“He’s not going to Africa, because I love dat baby,” Puck replied. “We have to cover Africa so he can’t get in.”
Bedtime came quickly for Puck that night. The usual routine…
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Brush teeth.
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Sing Abide with Me, or I Know when OLeif was home.
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Prayer.
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A ‘story with no book’, usually.
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Donkey tucked in too.
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And, as he would often do, a few minutes later, the patter of bare feet as he would hurry out for one last hug and a sweet, “I love you, Mama.”
OLeif returned from class at 9:45 as usual. And by ten o’clock, Collette was able to wash her hair of the last of the henna.
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