Monday, October 01, 2018

October Monday

Two beginnings: to a new week and to a new month. May the rest of the days not follow the lead from this one!

(Beyond the porch: cold and wet)

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Sparrow, aka the flying penguin, is completely indifferent to what's outside. He comes in the morning with happy expectations.

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Breakfast first! Well, my breakfast. No, sorry Sparrow. I know your cousin started with oatmeal yesterday. You're still a couple of months away from that privilege.

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How 'bout you wiggle and giggle on the carpet while I finish the oatmeal that you cannot have? (He is so agreeable!)

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We play.

You could say that Sparrow eats books right up!

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I wish I could offer you a walk, dear boy, but I can't. This October weather is keeping us all indoors.

But in the afternoon, we do have to go out. It's Snowdrop pickup time!

It really is cold outside.

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Cold and stormy. And there are at least two people in the car who hate being out and about in storms. (No, not Sparrow: he is indifferent to thunder.) As we pull into the farmette driveway, I strike a deal: you run like crazy into the farmhouse, I'll bring in Sparrow, and at the end of the game, you can have a cookie plus an Olivia video!

She runs in with ears covered.

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Cookies and videos behind us, Snowdrop takes charge of our play. In drawers filled with odd pieces of baby stuff, she finds an old cap that I once used for her when she was a babe visiting the farmhouse. She puts it over Sparrow's head. He looks like a pilot, don't you think?

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Snowdrop plunges into her game: we are going to the planet Saturn! She is the chief astronaut, he is the engineer! (Here she is, steering the spaceship.)

(Wait, why is the engineer dissolving in a fit of giggles?)

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Toward the end of our time together, Snowdrop always needs moments to herself, with her own plays and characters. I come by to check on her, but she reminds me -- grandma, I'm in the middle of a story.

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Why is she in a summer dress? Well, her class had outdoor recess. While I sat here griping abut the weather, the kids were outside playing in the rain and a lot of them got wet and so what? There's always a spare set of clothes to be found.