Puck's Rollings

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Puck was cooing happily to himself by 6:13 that morning, a few minutes earlier than usual. He was rehearsing his list of things to do before breakfast. This included practicing to sit.

“Bah bah bah bah.”

“You ready?” Collette asked the snoring OLeif.

“Oh,” moaned OLeif, never ready to begin the day at 6:25am, which was the usual wake-up call.

For the rest of the morning after his unwelcome nap, Puck pounded his chubby pads on the rug and yelled at his wow. Whenever he brought on the complaints, Collette asked him if he had any baby woes, and the smiles would return. There were also the baby acrobatics. Baby stretches. Somehow he still managed to fit his foot into his mouth across the ocean of his chunky baby tummy.

During OLeif’s lunch break, he headed to the park with all his buddies (except for Wallace who was hiking in the Grand Canyon), for another Frisbee golf tournament. The boy was hooked.

“Well, Puck, I guess it’s pretty cold outside,” Collette said to him. “Do you want to go for a walk today?”

Puck smiled big and shook his head at her.

Puck was enjoying the novelty of sitting in his highchair. He pounded his hands, grabbed at the table next to him, and gabbed loudly between mouthfuls. He continued to shake his head and laugh, looking at the ceiling. Collette wondered if he enjoyed making himself dizzy.

Puck spent more of his hours during the day exploring around his mat and giggling while his music played on:

“Yes, they talked about the dancin’ and ya know they’re talkin’ yet

Of how Engelbert the Elephant performed the minuet.”

That evening, OLeif and Collette waited around for Denae, Curly, and Izzy to drop off Curly’s car. The muffler incident was causing outlandish sounds to emit from the car, loud enough to be heard from the entrance of the neighborhood. And so, it had to be fixed. In the meantime, they would use Curly’s car.

OLeif stretched himself out on the couch, full from dinner.

“Hey,” he said. “We need to talk.”

“About what?”

“About you getting me a muffin.”

He grinned. The big bear – always thinking about good food.

It had been a good day, even without their walks, due to the cold. Collette did take mental note that, soon, she would have to stop calling Puck names like “Chub Tub” or “Chunky”. He might begin to form a complex.