daily living

I killed the weather this morning. I woke up and the wind was battering the house. I looked out the window and it was dark and pouring. The weather was telling me what was what. You won that round. Of course it cleared up and was gorgeous for much of the day. I even went running. Dearest weather you need to take your meds. You are up. You are down. You want to write a novel, and take up zumba. You want to lay in bed with the curtains closed because nothing feels good. What is your game weather?

When I wasn't engaged in thoughts about weather, I hung out with Miss Biscuit. It was her day off from school. She insists upon playing with passion. We played with her doll house. A doll house that has been rezoned to also be a shop and my doll house figure has to buy assorted objects from her doll house figure. It is a formal affair in that my figure has to sit down at a table with the other figure and discuss what I want to buy. Pardon, what the dollie wants to buy. Today "I" bought a lego wrench, an alphabet magnet, and a doll house cushion. They will go well with... something.
Then we got out her color forms and decorated the floor with them. They have different thems. (habitats. and animals.) Then we had to pretend to visit these different places. We went to the Americas to visit a farm. We went to Africa to see the savannah. We went to the deepest jungles of Asia to see tigers, and tropical birds, and stuff. Then we went under the ocean and saw all the creatures, and then when that wasn't enough, we went back and time and watched the dinosaurs. But was that enough playing? No. For we then had to do several jigsaw puzzles. SEVERAL! She accidentally spilled milk on some puzzle pieces so we had to dry them and wait to finish that puzzle but we did other puzzles. I think we have somewhere in the neighbourhood of twenty-some jigsaw puzzles of varied degrees of difficulty. We did many of them. I think we read a few stories too. All before lunch. After lunch we watched a little Max & Ruby. The story of a manipulative rabbit, and her younger brother (who may have spectrum issues), who have been abandoned by their parents. Only their Grandmother checks on them...when she can. We also discussed Halloween a great deal. My Mother sent Halloween cards that arrived in the mail, and Miss Biscuit was over the moon about this. Mail for her! Her very own card. She carried it around a lot today.

I was able to deal with some laundry today, and tidy up a bit. Just a bit. Anything further, and it would have aroused her suspicions and she would have gotten out more puzzles. We picked up Senor Onion from school. "How was school?" "eh. All right." Fair enough. He had golden time today. Golden time is free time to do whatever they want. I like that description. Tuesday/Thursday is PE. Friday is Forest School. But Wednesday -free play. The school ended up with some sort of grant related to PE (part of that whole post Olympics, "I am really going to take up exercise.. really now... wait Bake Off is on..." attitude toward doing more to get kids into sporty things.) So there is more PE this year. Which is okay, Senor Onion seems to like it, and it tends to be pretty gentle. He said during Golden Time, he and his friends played a game where they chase people around the playground. (yes part of Golden Time means getting to run around outside if you so choose.) I get glimpses of what he does at school. They are learning about the Anglo-Saxons (which is kind of nifty) and he reads a lot of books, and they do math every morning. I am sure when I chat with his teacher soon, I will get a broader idea about his school life. He will have her for two years as this is such a small school. She comes across as a pretty solid sort who isn't thrown by much.

Tonight Mr. Jenner was trying to get Miss Biscuit ready for bed. She wasn't in her pajamas yet, and so stark naked. She saw that Senor Onion was playing Minecraft and sat down next to him. He said in a rather stern voice, "NO! I do NOT want to sit next to someone who is naked." It really didn't help that Miss Biscuit also had a toy spoon from her play kitchen stuff, and was threatening to stab anyone. Later on she was threatening to "stew" people. Senor Onion's issue was legitimate, so we removed Miss Biscuit and got her into her pajamas. (I should say, that Mr. Jenner did. I mostly laughed because my kids are pretty funny.) Senor Onion is very much a kid who is about what is appropriate and done. He is the kid who heard something funny from an older class-mate and when I asked him what it was he said, "I'd rather not say to you. It's inappropriate." CHILD HAVE YOU MET ME? I am the one who says, "fucking fuck fuck" when I screw something up in the kitchen. His sister is the one who makes fart jokes, and laughs like crazy if she farts. She usually follows it up with the statement, "I shouldn't say that. It's potty talk and not appropriate." Then she will quietly say to herself, "fart fart butt butt" and dance around the room.

It is a glamorous time.