This is what Paige does. She grabs her backpack, fills it up with magnifying glasses, maps, and sometimes a small little stuffed animal and she adventures. She sits in the grass and looks at bugs, she has tea parties in the sandbox where I am cordially invited to be the voice of her bear, and she finds things; bluejay feathers, perfectly round house wren eggs, a fistful of buttercups. She's both fiercly indepedent and still needy but I can feel it. She's growing up up up! She's going to horse camp this summer without me, and we bought a little lunch tin for her with floral tape and her name written in black pencil. It's on a few hours in the late morning where she'll ride, do barn chores, and play but it's just another oh wow she's so BIG moment for this momma.
And Wyatt. WYATT. I say that all day long.....WYYYY-AAAAAT. When he's climbed the goats fence again and is holding on with one hand and smirking at me. When he climbs up unsteady planks and counts to three (ah, ohh, ee!) and launches himself off into the tall grass like a miniature stunt man. When he falls over, and over and over again. I'm so happy we moved to a place where he can just RUN. Let it out. Go and go and go (except he's falling 30 times in between the first and second go)
At the end of June he will be a 2 year old boy. For his party I'm keeping it simple (really, I really am..) because you know my idea of a good time is having someone bring lizards over, or bubble blowing superheroes but no really...simple! A cardboard train for the children to paint and play pretend in, and plenty of delicious food and drink for the grown ups. And the pool open and clean and maybe wtih a frog or maybe not at all depending on his mood. And maybe some mason jars to catch lightening bugs in when it gets dark because they are OUT! We caught two yesterday and stood in the kitchen watching them light up. Paige let them go -- can't say the same for the baby toad she found. He's still here in a terrarium next to the hermit crabs. Because I live in a zoo.
Speaking of - our goats are doing all sort of lovely playful things. We call it GOAT TV and the other day we hide from the rain in the barn and watched them show off for us. Galloping, running and jumping off the wheel barrow we have for them to climb on, and kicking their legs in the air before coming onto our laps for neck scratches. We still don't have our two new guys yet because of some health issues with one baby, but in a few weeks they will be here. Goat TV will have cable. Sorry, I actually found that funnier inside my own head eh?
I am feeling grateful that this week brought:
-a fun morning at a lovely little farm not too too far from us where Paige found her little baby toad.
-for the woman in the bookstore who saw Wyatt having an ahem - moment - and offered little art cards to him and Paige which stopped any sign of tears.
-for coffee served iced or hot in tall glasses or freakishly large mugs.
-for the momma house wren who doesn't mind all our spying from a flowered blanket
-For moments like this one which came in between all the chaos of growing children and animals
(note: if my spelling errors offend you, you can go fuck yourself. I write this blog because I want to and I don't spell check it because I'm lazy and I don't have to. It's one place I don't have to)