Lazy Sunday

Well, Sunday we all seem to have risen quite late. Kouryou-chan and I awoke around 10:30 to find Omaha and Yamaarashi-chan already up and moving about. I made French toast and Yamaarashi-chan helped by dipping the hunks of bread (stale batard-- from the store, sadly; I haven't been baking much recently) into the batter and then dropping them into the pan. She was too intimidated by the pan to flip them, and that's okay; it's a bit hot and she remembers what happened to Kouryou-chan.

I spent the day being lazy. Watered the garden, folded some laundry, played Half-Life, played with the kids. Didn't go to the Pride Parade. I could make the excuse that it kept threatening to rain, but really, we were all just too lazy. The afternoon was blisteringly hot, enough that the kids didn't want to go outside. Omaha made these amazing sandwich rolls for lunch with raisins and carrots and ham and stuff; I made another batch of coleslaw to use up the remaining cabbage. Kouryou-chan appears to have not been hungry; she didn't even finish the grapes we put on her plate. Yamaarashi-chan, in contrast, cleaned her plate.

I took Yamaarashi-chan back to her mother's house, and when I got home Omaha and Kouryou-chan were out in the front, playing with her tricycle. She looks so silly in her helmet; I must get a picture. She almost has that pedaling thing working. Then we went inside where I helped her thread beads onto a tiny chunk of monofilament line, a great exercise of her motor skills. She lost interest after less than a dozen beads but, hey, if we keep going, she might have a necklace by the end of the month.

I studied a little Japanese while Omaha put Kouryou-chan to bed, then played Half-Life for another hour (yeah, it's an addiction, but it's almost over; I'm singularily unimpressed with the "alien world" modules) before heading to bed myself.

A Child's Processing

This evening, like most Monday evenings, I get to spend time with Kouryou-chan by myself. Unfortunately, she fell asleep in the car on the way home and was very hard to awaken; she will probably be impossible to get to bed tonight. I made her usual favorite of pasta and home-made sauce (yum!), but she didn't eat much due to a late afternoon snack of peanuts, bananas, and raisins.

While we were playing, she said, "I want you to lie down on your tummy." So I did. "Now... you just wait there."

"What am I doing?" I asked.

"You're having a seziure! You stay there!" She ran down the hallway, then came running back. "You stay still! And... punch!" She hit me on the back with her bare hand; being a parent means watching those hands very closely. "There, I put the medicine in you with the pointy thing with the pointy things. You'll be all better now."

I asked her where she got that from and she didn't know. Maybe she just made it up, but it sure seemed to come out of some medical docudrama or something. Three-year-olds certainly are a little weird at times.

She's in the bathtub right now, enjoying the bubbles while I watch from the doorway. I love the power of wireless.