Just a wondrous weekend. Awesome weather, too. Saturday, I took $sprog downtown to visit my brother, swap books at Lillian Smith, and check out the subway niftiness, which I'll admit was as much about my own geekery as it was about his interest in things TTC. Either way, we had fun tracing route maps with our fingers and looking/listening for the right train to take at Museum station (which we went through three different times on a whacky triangular route from Queen's Park over to Yonge via the much-ballyhooed Lower Bay, back down to Museum, and then back north to where I'd left the car—all on a single fare, no less!). It's so much fun hanging out with him as he becomes more and more talkative, sociable, and downright nice.
Then, today, we walked to our friendly neighbourhood bagel shop, where he charmed the pants off the people behind the counter, earning him his usual freebie. He also helped his grandfather install a child-height towel hook in the john (ease of independent hand-washing is becoming important as he takes further strides into what Penelope Leach adorably calls "toilet mastery"). There was much tool usage and discussion of hook placement (tool usage! further evidence that he's growing into an actual hyoo-man).
And of course, this doesn't even begin to cover all the in-between time I spent with $grrrl, who is gloriously inventing new incomprehensible sounds to declare confidently at inanimate objects, as though she were making some kind of important pronouncement that was the long-awaited conclusion to several weeks' deliberation (and who knows—maybe it is!), delivered as though the receiver of this news would be deeply affected by it (and who knows—maybe it will!): "Glzmghth"—pause, with intense gaze and panting; then, imbued with extreme gravitas: "KhwelEEEErerldllzzzl."
There was napping both days (for which I silently thanked the God of Naps, because, gosh, but the time change messes me up so), and tonight I even squeezed in a Sunday night aikido class, the first since my eye injury, because I have THE MOST SUPPORTIVE WIFE IN THE WORLD, OH YES I DO, TRA LA (with great fanfare and much gratefulness). Ahem. It was good to see the Sunday night gang again.
All to say: when people ask "how my weekend was", I'm often left with little to say; it's hard to come up with anything more accurate and succinct than "Well, I spent a lot of time with my kids" as everyone is scuttling around the office kitchen, assembling caffeinated beverages and hurrying off to get the day's work started. And yet, even though it is, strictly speaking, true, it doesn't reflect the level of amazingness and high adventure with which "spending a lot of time with my kids" was charged. I suppose those among them who are childless must think having kids makes you boring; oh well, their loss.
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