As told between writing notes and vacuuming whilst also doing dishes and reading. And maybe doing a fractal with my sister.**
**While I’d like to digress into a multiphase explanation of what fractals are, both in a video game and in a scientific manner, I will refrain for your sanity. We’ll be here all night.
Once upon a time… there was a Littlest. Littlest was trying to be big, but didn’t really know how to use his words to convey his distaste. One day, whilst walking with his Handler, Littlest started discussing what happened when he got called L. According to Littlest, he didn’t like being called L. Even worse, he didn’t like being called LL. So, on this walk, Littlest decided to convey this to his companion.
Handler, said Littlest. LL is a MEAN boy. I am Littlest. Littlest is a NICE boy.
Well, said Handler, why is that? Is that because you don’t like being LL? You’d rather be called Littlest?
Littlest sighed, and didn’t say anything for a moment. Then, quietly, almost to himself, he said, I don’t like LL, maybe one day I’ll call Biggest BB, and that’ll show him. We’ll see how he likes being BB…
Once upon a time… there was a Biggest. Biggest loved his Handler. Biggest also loved his little brother, Littlest. One day, Biggest decided to treat Littlest to the snack cupboard. Handler had agreed they could each have one granola bar out of the snack cupboard, so why not a few more things? Even better, Handler was having a shower, so he didn’t even have to ask! Unluckily for Biggest, Handler hadn’t yet gotten in the shower, and so Biggest’s hoarse whisper to Littlest was noted by Handler as needing investigating.
Handler went into Littlest’s room. Alas, to her surprise and secret hilarity, four granola bars were slotted neatly in a row, each bearing exactly one bite, on the top of Littlest’s dresser. She snickered to herself, and removed them from the room. Next she entered Biggest’s room.
Biggest, Handler asked, where are your extra granola bars?
Biggest, innocently, said he didn’t have any, just the one Handler had given him. Now, Handler knew that Biggest’s usual sharing ratio was at least 60/40 in his favour, so she asked again.
Biggest, where are your extra granola bars?
Sighing, Biggest reached under his bed, and pulled out 6 granola bars.
Handler giggled to herself. It was a good show Biggest!
Once upon a time, there was a Handler. Handler had troubles getting out of bed in the morning, as every handler does. On this particular day, Handler had to immediately start washing dishes. Shortly, the sound of plates brought Biggest out of bed. Biggest started bringing Handler dishes unasked, and Handler was delighted. Next, the sound of the two of them brought Littlest out of bed. Littlest, not wanting to miss out, requested to assist. Soon it was decided that Biggest would dry, Handler would wash, and Littlest would stack, in preparation of putting the dishes away. After 45 minutes, Handler had space for coffee, which Biggest happily made. Shortly thereafter, the two went off to play, and Handler was left feeling grateful for the unexpectedly responsible surprise.
We’ve had a great summer. It’s been busy. So busy. Biggest can now ride his bike without training wheels, and has settled into grade one without missing a beat. We were fortunate enough to have one of our kindergarten teachers again this year.
I swear both boys have grown at least 8 feet.
Mr. Handler and I got to spend a whole weekend alone together, as Biggest and Littlest went out of town for the long weekend with their aunt, uncle and cousin.
On another front, I’ve discovered by sheer accident, that both Biggest and Littlest view housework as a social thing, and therefore we incur almost no whining when it comes time to clean up. With the exception of bedrooms, really. Nothing makes those better.
My first half marathon is this weekend and I’m terrified. Excited, but terrified. By sheer nonsensical circumstances, my sister and I are running back to back races. Another of our 10km races was rescheduled to the day after, so I may or may not be unable to bend next week. We’ll see.
I’ve started the first part of my journey to a marketing degree. I’m taking a single course, distance learning, to wet my feet. I’m already in love. One of my kindergarten mommy friends is taking it with me, and I’m increasingly grateful for a buddy system.
My schedule has changed to allow for less extraneous care after school, and with it comes a 5am wakeup call. Every morning. I don’t know how I feel about that yet, but it’s hard to feel when your eyeballs slam shut at noon. True story.
Sadly, I have lost most of my plants due to the intense heat we’ve had here. It wouldn’t really have been a problem, but we had to remove containers off the deck and into the house for nearly three weeks while they painted the exterior of our building, and they just couldn’t cope once they went back out. At long last my tomato has flowered (it was one of the survivors), but I’m holding my breath, since cooler weather is supposedly around the corner. I’ll just have to wait it out!
I splurged and bought the boys kids’ sized Blundstones. I really could wax poetic about them all day, but I won’t. Suffice it to say that I have yet to meet a better quality shoe that’s rugged enough to take all the walking we do. And they have the added benefit of being adorable in miniature. Miniature is relative though, since Biggest is in a size 1 now. WHAT THE HECK???
And that’s pretty much it. There’s more little stories, but you’d be here for 2 months minimum.
I hope your summer was full of laughter, sunshine, popsicles and stories. Ours was!!