Rollerblades & Tadpoles

“YO-GURT!!!! YO-GURT!!!!”

At least it wasn’t six o’clock in the morning or anything. But Yali wailing through the house for his favorite breakfast quickly got the day started. Because he doesn’t know how to ask for food without acting like the world’s about to end.

Spanish at ten.

While I was busy looking over verb conjugations at the dining room table, Yali decided to discover the last of the mini chocolate peanut butter cups which I thought I had hidden.

Gone.

Then a quarter block of cheese “QUESO! QUESO!” from the fridge.

Also gone.

Puck’s next playdate at one.

He looked around the living room at all of Yali’s fire engines, trucks, and dinosaurs. “Mom, we have to clean this up or it will make us look like hoarders.” Then he slipped on his rollerblades. “Can you turn on some rag music, Mom? Like, some chasing music?”

So he and Yali bladed/ran around the inside of the house like a big track, until Eddie showed up for two hours like old times at the old house.

It didn’t take long for Yali to get himself in trouble. Even with Eddie and Puck to supervise…

“MOM! YALI JUST STEPPED INTO THE TADPOLE POND!”

Yali did not seem too bothered, even though his legs were soaked up to his knees. I roped him back in, cleaned him up, changed his clothes. Back outside. What do you know he pulled about the same stunt two hours later, this time going more for the mud than the water. Because when you see a giant puddle in the front yard, you have to poke it with a stick.

That evening Puck and I discussed the birthday party plans for the following afternoon. One of his buddies was celebrating at the City Museum. Despite loving the City Museum, Puck had his reservations.

“I mean, I’ve just been pretty paralyzed since the last time I got lost there.”

Paranoid, paralyzed. Same thing. I assured him that he would be safe enough.

Eventually Oxbear walked in from another crazy day at the hackathon. At five in the morning. He left again for Day 3 about two hours later.