Off Day
“MOM!” Puck yelled from the kitchen. “MOM!”
My first thought was that Yali must be choking on something. Then I remembered that this was Puck.
“Yes, Puck?”
Clearly he wasn’t paying attention. “MOM!”
I raised my voice louder from the other side of the house. “Yes, Puck?”
“MOM! … You need to water your moss.”
That’s what I figured.
I do like my bowl of moss though. A spontaneous gift from Puck last Saturday when he plucked a bright green handful right out of a mud patch for me. One of my favorite plants. So I put it in one of those old Chinese noodle bowls and set it on the table to watch what it would do.
Our third attempt at the Social Security Administration Offices was a success. Waited a few minutes in line, a few minutes in the holding area, and a few more minutes at one of the back desks. Now we only have to wait 7-10 more days for his number and come back for a fourth time once our court date has passed to change his surname from “Silverspoon-Snicketts” to just “Silverspoon”. For some reason Colombia required Yali to take my maiden name as his second surname when we were filling out all that paperwork down there.
Later that afternoon following Yali’s nap, I heard the boys playing together in the living room. Puck was apparently teaching his little brother all about the concept of “trust falls”…
“Fall backwards, Yali! Yeah! Yeah! Do it! Fall backwards! Yeah! Do it!”
Laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh.
Then while I prepared fish – the bane of Puck’s young existence – for dinner, Yali decided to take a seat inside the refrigerator and pull the door closed after him. Because who wouldn’t want to read the back of an oatmeal box inside a larger box set at 35 degrees? Fortunately for all of us, his chubby body is too big to make that a successful endeavor. Still, I’m going to have to put a lock on that thing…
Movie night was slim pickings, just the two married couples in the family watching some Food Network shows on Netflix in the basement on the new television Oxbear picked up because the former ancient beast down there was starting to drive him crazy. It is sort of nice being able to clearly hear the television on Friday nights for once, I have to admit.