October 14

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Puck came in for a snuggle that morning. After awhile, he pushed away his mama a little.

“You go over there, Mama,” he said. “A little bit. I’ll still stay with you.”

“Why don’t you want me over there with you?” Collette asked him.

“Because I don’t want your hair getting in my hair,” he said, conclusively.

Then Collette asked him if he was ready to eat breakfast. At first, he shook his head ‘no’. Then he stretched himself over to look at the clock.

“Actually… it’s ten o’clock. I would like a vitamin, some warm milk, and toast.”

It was not ten o’clock.

And then once again, after Puck had listened to Collette read from her Iceland journal, at his request, for a surprisingly long amount of time… in the quite chill morning, Mom and the kids arrived for lessons.

While over, Mom took Puck with her to purchase last-minute supplies for Linnea’s party. They also hunted up bubble-gum machines where Puck might use the quarter given to him by Grandma Combs at the church movie night for that express purpose. They could find none.

“You should have seen him there holding his quarter,” Mom said to her. “He stood there looking around saying, ‘No bubble-gum machines? This is crazy!’”

And when they returned, Puck was thrilled to take a very slow ride with Francis around the neighborhood on the Ruckus — true luxury in his baby mind.

More craziness in the afternoon with the arrival of Luke and Leah: tossing sidewalk chalk, rolling things down the driveway, mounds of raisins and pretzels, a sometimes-careening walk around the neighborhood, twenty-seven minutes of relative quiet viewing Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood, followed by more time in the ever-warming sunshine.

And Collette had found her latest obsession: Monarch of the Glen.