Well, I suppose seven months is long enough to go between posts. My two year old is now one month shy of three and 'grumble bee' is a thing of the past. Now, he kills ants. He catches them between his little fingers and squishes them or, even worse, takes off their heads. It's revolting but better than ripping up my hostas. I choose my battles.
It's hot for the first time in months and it makes me afraid of the summer to come. I'm expecting another child in August. That's a third boy for us. What is it about having one gender of babies that makes people feel like they have the right to make disparaging comments about my family?
"Another boy, oh that's too bad."
"A boy again? I bet you were disappointed."
"A boy? Well, for goodness sake, go for genetic counselling next time so that you can get a girl!"
I like boys. I don't like rude people.
I cleaned a bird out of my pool cover today. It was tiny and drowned. There is a dead mouse under my dining room bench but I think I will leave that for my partner to deal with. I can only deal with so much death in one day. And small deaths are the hardest.
We also planted cucumbers and rosemary today. And a geranium that Leo chose at the garden centre to put in the middle of his special flower pot...already filled with the impatients he picked out last week. He likes to plant. Lots of dirt...and ants to hunt. We've already planted radishes and onions and garlic and raspberries, beans, tomatoes and herbs. I'm trying to encourage my kids to eat more vegetables by growing our own. And it fills our days with something growing, other than just my pregnant belly and my love handles. Little leaves and flowers to surprise us all.
All for now. Hopefully I'll be more prolific in the months to come.
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