Snow Forts & Sushi

By Thursday, Mom had the Valentine’s Day decorations out around the house. Hearts of every shape and material. It was that time of year again.
“Dad already ate just about the entire bag of conversation hearts,” said Mom. “And, of course, he had to read each one before he ate it.”
Even Puck was allowed to partake in the feast of candy, and was given two hearts, one from his Tante Carrie-Bri, which read “My Baby”.
The rest of the day, Puck counted crackers, “One, two, two, two…”, called for a “Tent, tent! Blue tent!” (seeing as blue was his favorite color), tried on various pairs of sunglasses wearing a very happy grin, and padded around the house in his bare piggies, occasionally crawling on all fours to act like his favorite kitties, or “Chooper!” (Trooper).
For lunch, Carrie and Puck made blueberry muffins.
“Tell me what ingredients we need,” said Carrie, handing the recipe to Puck, sitting in his high chair.
He looked over it with an air of importance.
Then Linnea brought in a container of snow for him to watch her sculpt. This was followed with Linnea blowing soap bubbles through her fingers, which Puck liked very much.
While Puck napped for the afternoon, under the loving care of his Aunt Rose, Mom, Collette, and Carrie ran their weekly errands. Costco and David’s Bridal, for Carrie to try on her bridesmaid dress.
While Carrie waited between the aisles of brightly colored gowns, she pretended to hyperventilate from the excessive amount of dresses. Mom, on the other hand, was more than happy to browse through the endless rows of white for the few minutes available. It didn’t take Carrie very long to find her size. And they were off again.
After their return, Collette bundled the chubby puckling into his winter snowsuit, boots, mittens, hat, and coat. He eagerly joined his Uncle Francis and Lila outside in the mounds of white fluff, as they quickly constructed a mounded snow fort. Puck lopped himself through the snow, teetering from one side to the next as he wobbled across the snowy yard. His jowls had a bit of a bounce as he squished along.
Later, Rose came tromping through the kitchen with a half-gallon glass of milk, a giant handful of only purple conversation hearts stuffed in her mouth, her hair pulled back into a weed behind her head, still in her “scrubs”. It was not an unusual look for Rose.
After OLeif’s class at seminary, he picked up Puck while Collette joined Mom and Carrie for sushi. Collette was brave enough to sample half a sushi roll, with salmon and cream cheese wrapped in seaweed and sticky rice.