When Bær is Home

Bær was off work, a rare “personal day” as his company called it. This basically meant a lot of catch-up emails, IM-s, and phone calls all morning, which left four and a half days over for the rest of the holiday week.

Puck organized himself with a large crayon box and printer paper for our morning hours together while I read to him of Madagascar, Beverly Cleary, and the moon. Then the boys hit the library and Bær brought back a box of corn dogs.

While the boys got the oil changed in the truck that afternoon, I managed to edit 36 whole single-lined pages, and make a strawberry pretzel salad – yuck! – and wash all the dishes, before they got back. Success. (Everyone else loves that strawberry pretzel salad by the way.)

The later afternoon quickly dissolved into more music (which usually includes dancing and me spinning Puck around in circles), books, and Puck raiding loot in the basement while Bær cleared a workspace on the island shelving.

I cooked up eggs and toast to accompany a viewing of “Beatrix Potter” for dinner, which lasted until there were tears over a cucumber and a Moleskine sketchbook. (Puck’s not quite grown-up yet.) He still takes bubble baths. Wacky watermelon bubble baths. While the water was running for that particular event, Puck asked Bær a few preliminary questions …

“Can I watch Magic School Bus while I’m in there?”

“No.”

“Can I listen to Adventures in Odyssey?”

“No.”

“Well there is something you can not stop me from doing!” he grinned, loudly triumphant. “IMAGINATION!”

Puck’s Blog: Day #6

I played a game called Ninja Warriors. Well, it wasn’t called Ninja Warriors. During the whole car oil change. And I ate popcorn there. It was forever. I drew a house. I was going to have it be a bomb that exploded into jelly and food but then I changed my mind and turned it into a house.