Happy new week, internet peoples. I had a splendid weekend. Sorry most of these paragraphs are pretty standalone… I’m still fighting the writing a bit, so I didn’t really craft anything to well-flowing.
Saturday was 80° and sunny and we all took a walk down to a big public event in the city. A long walk in the bright sunshine was just what the doctor ordered to get me in the Springtime mood. Later that day I finished hooking up the new backyard speakers. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted a decent, permanent set of speakers out back… it may sound small but it’s been something I’ve had on the to-do list for years now. Grilled some burgers that night and enjoyed them for the first time.
Sunday around 5pm Sharaun said she was headed out to “pick up something” for dinner. Lately though, I’ve been encouraging her to instead review our vast stores and make something from stuff we already have. I’ve always thought that we keep a bit too much food on-hand and likely even end up double-purchasing things before our previous reserves are expended. So, instead, I went through the cupboard, fridge and freezer and suggested chicken breasts with saffron rice and steamed broccoli. After poking around, I figure, should zombies flood the streets tonight, we could likely survive off our holdings for a month or more. Seriously, we have that much.
Ages ago, I set the DVR to record Disney movies when they’re played. This morning I noticed that Mulan was in the list of recordings so I decided to have an impromptu “movie night” with Sharaun and Keaton. Keaton’s really come to love movie nights. I always try and do something special. We dim the lights, I’ll make popcorn or some other snack and bring it to the girls. Tonight I brought a candle out to the coffee table and we roasted marshmallows on skewers for S’Mores. Funny thing roasting marshmallows over a candle on the coffee table, but Keaton loved it. (Mulan was pretty good too, I’d never seen it.) Another successful movie night.
OK before I go, I’ll relay a quick one from today.
We drove separate to church this morning because Sharaun had a meeting afterward. I took Keaton home, made us both lunch, played with her in the tent, and got her down for her nap. After her lunch, Keaton hopped down and informed me that she had to go potty. Still finishing my leftovers I wished her well and told her to holler if she needed help. A few minutes later, a clarion call from the water closet: “Daddy!! I need help. I went poo-poo with pee-pee.” This is my cue to come in and do the, ahem, Daddy part of a Keaton doo-doo.
When I get into the bathroom, she’s still sitting on the pot, legs spread wide, and her head bent down almost to her knees. She’s staring down into the toilet bowl through her legs and, her voice muted and ringing against the porcelain, she says, “Hey Dad, look at this five-dollar footlong I made!” She looked up with a cheeky grin just in time to see me chuckle.
I didn’t even teach her that. (If you must know, she learned it from our friend Natalie in Florida. Bravo on the turn of phrase there, Nat.) That is so my girl, though.