Summer's Coming

Carrie-Bri and I made a 44th contribution to the great (and almost entirely, if not entirely female-less) podcasting world of baseball that morning: a simple, easy, and entertaining process of documenting the boys of summer.

 

While Puck and I spent some time reading fine literature on the front porch (aka “Garfield”), Francis dripped his ice cream Drumstick all over the cement. And left it there.

“Ug,” Puck laughed when we made our way back into the house later, avoiding megaliths of chocolate and peanuts. “Quote on quote – ‘dodging Fran’s ice cream’!”

By this point in the afternoon, I had caved and took an ibuprofen. The allergens of an uneasy spring were playing havoc on the noggin.

Puck spent part of his day lodged inside the box that originally housed Yali’s new car seat.

“It’s my technology room,” he explained. “Where I use the iPad.”

How he managed to fit in there … of course Francis almost ripped it in half when he tried it out earlier that morning.

“Mom?” Puck was sitting at the table now, and pulled his feet up to his nose for a scent-check. “Can I have something to eat?”

He is never not-hungry for more than ten minutes at a time.

 

It was the deep afternoon now. Linnea-Irish lounged on the porch swing after another presumably demanding day at Vacation Bible School, leading loud children from activity to activity. A pork roast sat in the oven for Sunday’s birthday celebrations, rubbed down with brown sugar and spices by Mom earlier in the afternoon. Francis was excited about the next chapter in class: welding. And Mom turned Hawaiian music on Pandora for Puck while he sat in his technology room.

 

Because it was just Mom, Puck, and myself at the Big House for the evening (Dad was also gone on a “bonding session” with “work people” to the River City Rascals baseball game), Mom offered Steak ‘n Shake.

We followed this up by a few adoption-related errands in the Valley, including an orange glow-in-the-dark kickball for Puck, which he promptly launched onto the roof to stick fast in an overlapping set of tree branches as soon as we got home.

 

Oxbear returned to watch an episode of “How It’s Made” with his buddy. Honeysuckle and pink rose stragglers, bunny families, fireflies, storms and rain soon, summer coming.

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