Invasive pop up ads on parenting sites – when you’re trying to look up something, ANYTHING, that would help a nauseated child. Fucking *genius*, I tell you. Marketing magic.
Anyways, here is our Mother’s Day BBQ. My mum didn’t have a very restful day but she was very gracious about it all. The sick child will probably stay home tomorrow, so I’ll wash all her floors and hopefully make up for it a wee bit. Poor Nan.
Our very old kitchen table came out of the garage to pull duty. The kids don’t even remember it, ha.
The kids were unsure about our guests, but eventually were happy to natter. Wolfie proclaimed them “Good New Men! I wike you New Men!” They were pretty stoked about eating outside, too.
Wolf is turning out to really love cars and trucks, and figurines. Like, wee plastic people and dragon toys and such? He will sit for an hour at a time narrating stories with them. He makes it sound like a child’s book “Hello, how are you today, Dwagon?” “I am just fine, said the dwagon, Let’s go get some lunch”. His sis never really got into that kind of By Herself play. She is much more adventurous than he is, though – you can see her climbing and swinging and testing her strength on all the park pieces back there. She’s growing like a weed and punching holes through all her pants🙂 They were both exceedingly well behaved today, and I’ve really been enjoying my time with them. They’ve changed so much in the last few months. It will be nice to finally have the four of us all together again… Stephen is missing a lot.