Suddenly Weston is a hiker, a builder, a get-in-the-dirt player and an all-around outdoorsman. This morning both he and Dave hiked some small steep hills beside the grocery store in the snow. It was fairly precarious actually, but after so many requests trip after trip... what can a parent do, but let the kid climb the hill. He's amazing. No fear. Dave however, said it was scary and surely they should not be climbing steep bentonite hills in the snow. Weston's rosy cheeks and grin when he entered the store seemed to tell another opinion.
When we finally got home from our errands, he never went inside, but strode right out to the backyard by our little drain off pond and commenced with making sand castles out of the grub and dirt beside the highway, which actually is full of a lot of sand from numerous plows over the winter. A yogurt container and a garden shovel and ... who needs a beach? It was his idea to put the little red umbrella on top as a steeple. I helped him in my velvet skirt and rubber boots. He needed my scarf after a while for the breeze was sharp... but it didn't stop my little engineer.
Later inside, he was testing his submarine in the bath, and finally, three peanutbutter M&M cookies later (for Mommy that is) Brother came home and they got to be together.
Donovan is starting an art project for school. It's pretty incredible. He loves creative challenges. He loves to think up the ideas and then achieve his vision... and fast. He does a good job, and his project (which is not due for 2 1/2 weeks,) is almost finished.
It was nice to have the sun break through today. My throat is still sore, but I got a spray for my sinuses at the store. Dave was gone all afternoon and again this evening he'll be out, so he's reading to the boys our chapter book now. This shot of him on the couch holding the phone is a regular sight these days. He is really shepherding this Studio show and I have exactly 11 minutes to finish my computer time.
It's strange... having it all. It's really not all that much to complain about. It's not like my boys can't play on their own -- they can, and often do. I even got to go through my closet this afternoon. Boy it's hard to let go of a few items I'm waiting to shrink into, but I think I should say goodbye; let someone else wear them. Why is it hard to let go? It's probably connected with turning 40. I'm past the girl stage and now am an adult. I can still act childish if I wish, but I don't look it, and I need to grow into my age... gracefully I hope.
I bought some fun new pajamas today: pink and black. Now that was adventuresome as I did not even try them on. They'll work fine... but I am heavy with Walmart stress. There are simply too many things for sale and for far too cheap and it feels like such a waste. We should have less and have more significance... otherwise I start to feel like there's not enough room to breathe deeply. It's stifling.
For all his toys, Weston loves making castles in dirty sand with his hands.
For all his toys, Donovan loves creating a miniature city model out of old cereal boxes.
For all my free time, I love best a few moments snuggled on the couch together reading.
I hope it stays that way.
Who needs castles in the air, when you've got highway slough-off?
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