Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
p.s. the mittens were too small. To avoid blue, circulation deprived hands, I removed them while she slept. This move apparently compromised HER TRUE INNER CORE. About 2 hours after I removed them mid-slumber, she woke with a terrified scream. Her paws! Her paws!? Where had her paws gone?!!! No wonder I've got insomnia...
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Love Bug (who now wants to be referred to as Fizz Wiggle on the blog due to our recent reading of the BFG by dear Mr. Dahl...), embodies some character for most of the day. Here, he is pictured as a five-fingered dinosaur from the Jurassic period. I believe he may be an Hadrosaurus, but I'm usually wrong or late with my guesses as to the names. For example he was an Hadrosaurus, but is now a Megasaurus, but I digress. Fizz Wiggle, in character, is searching out for danger or prey most of the day. Thankfully, all of the meat eaters he becomes do not eat mommies or sisters, and only sometimes devour daddies.
You look at these pictures. You look at Fizz Wiggle leaping to show you his pre-reptilian strength. You look at G ready to just roll with it unless he tries to mess with HER TRUE INNER CORE. I'm sure you think, "Ha! Bet you weren't worried about the fence behind these two?" To which I reply, "Yes, I was worried about that fence." Then you roll your eyes and say, "Yes, whatever. Were you worried about the mountain in the distance?"
Yes. I even worried about the well-being of the mountain in the background with these two in the foreground. Poor mountain. Poor, poor mountain.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Of course, Love Bug and M left to explore the castle. When M says things like, "Go wait on that berm," that means for Bug to stand on the berm, see if he can pull a branch off a pine tree, pretend he is a dinosaur guarding the castle, roar at pedestrians just trying to find the path to the coffee shop, throw 3 stones into the water, and pick his nose all in the time it takes M to grab the camera and a windbreaker from the trunk.
I love seeing that there is a moment in our lives when waiting is this incredibly active. Right now, I am waiting to see if we can rent a house while we are here in Scotland. We could fight our current landlords on their questionable reclaiming of the property in the middle of our year-lease. But really, to what end? We don't want a fight. We want to find an easy place to call home for as much of our stay in Scotland as possible. Even if we could stay the duration of our lease, we would be right back in this very spot come April. Yet, this waiting feels slow and inactive and painful. There doesn't seem to be any trees for me to pluck, or rocks to throw, and I've not picked my nose in a long time (believe it or not Dr. Collier...). I could pretend I was a roaring Deinonycos (sp?), but then everyone would be questioning my mental health...Sigh. The woes of being an adult....
I wish I were as good at waiting as my son. But, I'm just not. Maybe I should snooze through it all like G. That's it. A good book and a snooze, I swear it cures all ills.
You yourself will have to wait for pictures post Isle of Skye return...