After school Jack and I used the leaf blower (that the previous owners left in the garage, along with one million other useful things) to eradicate the deck of pine needles. ($2000 to cut that tree down. ONE DAY.) Then I carried up the plastic chairs from under the deck and set them out in the sunniest part. I got the outdoor rug out of the garage and laid it down. I carried up my ten dollar plastic lounging chair from Target, that I bought on a whim one day last summer, on which I spent many a naptime hour with a drink and a book.
Because it was 84 degrees today and even people in California will agree that you need to wear flip flops and sleeveless dresses and sit on your deck in 84 degree weather. It will be 73 tomorrow and back to mid 60s and rain for the forseeable future. But this afternoon, after we'd arranged everything just so, Jack and I lounged unprettily on the cheap plastic outdoor furniture, me with my laptop, him with his Spiderman chapter book and a bag of fruit snacks. I have to say those were a few of the nicest hours I've had in a long time.
During all this Emma wandered around, getting into things. We don't wear shoes in our house so it was on off on off on off with the shoes, back and forth back and forth between the house and the deck and the slide and the rocks under the deck and OH is that CHALK well YES I would like to play with that TOO. For a few minutes there I held her captive with Pirate Booty and my phone, locked onto a screen like a proper child of this family.
Earlier today Katie and I delivered a flourless chocolate torte - 2 pounds of fancypants bank-busting chocolate in that sucker, TWO POUNDS - to West Seattle. Which is a strange chunk of land (an island?) (ish?) jutting into the water south of downtown. I can't remember the last time I went to Alki, the stretch of sand with the views of the sound and downtown (where all the postcard pictures are taken). And I'd never been to the part where we delivered the cake. This lady lived right on the water. Right. On the water. ONE DAY.
After that we took Emma and my niece to the beach, but my niece is scared of the beach. We're walking along the sidewalk towards the water and then she SEES the water and just STOPS. And begins to wail. And basically doesn't let go of Katie and her shirt until we decide to walk back to the car. Poor kid. I used to be afraid of tall buildings. I'd look up and freeze. Maybe it's the same thing?
They took her to Hawaii last year. THAT was hilarious.
Phillip's been riding his bike to work this week. He just got home. It's late, but I don't mind. It was a good day. It was 84 degrees.
Molly is sick, but Molly is a weird little person and she's hard to figure out what kind of sick. At dinner she started flipping out, like she does when she's having (I assume) a night terror. She was hot, she was cold, she wanted to eat, she wanted to lay in my bed. She drooled all over my pillow. She's been in our bed the last two nights and we planned to Lay Down The Law and make her stay in her own bed tonight. But now she's sick! Can't do that. So I hauled up our extra twin mattress and put it in our room. We've had kids in our bed before and they've slept in cribs in our room as babies, but this is the first time I've done the wildly popular internet-approved floor bed.
Which means Jack is on his own tonight. His own room for the first time. He was nervous until I started talking about how awesome it is to have your own room. I never shared, probably a combination of being the oldest and my next closest sibling being a boy. The two boys shared a room and the two "little girls", as we sometimes still call them, shared a room. And I always got my own, because I'm special.
Jack was asking me if I ever had to share with Uncle Alex and I said GOD NO I CAN'T EVEN IMAGINE, he had to share with Uncle MATTHEW. Thank goodness. And then Jack was all, "I wonder what Uncle Matthew thought!" Which made me die laughing, seriously, because even Jack knows his Uncle Alex is A Character.
But I was telling him how he can read books and turn off the light and DO WHATEVER HE WANTS and because he is just like me he was sold. He wants to know if maybe he can have his own room, "after I've been seven for a little bit." I said sure, Jack. I would love that. If we can get Emma to stop yammering from seven to ten every night making it possible for someone else to sleep in the same room, then YES, we are switching up the rooms.
As I type she's almost shouting. "OLD MACDONALD HAS NO PANTS! E I E I O!"
You can tell her to hush, be quiet, SHUT UP ALREADY, but she'll only be quiet for five or ten minutes and then it's back to Let It Go. At this point we choose to ignore. This family is full of weirdos.