Birthday

We spent my birthday relaxing.

We had a leisurely brunch of eggs Benedict and fruit, before driving out to the house that we’re preparing to move into.

Once there, we enjoyed the traditional birthday walk through a clover patch to observe and photograph Dan’s honeybees.

Then we came back and watched the girls blow bubbles, and swim in a little wading pool in the front yard.

Dan and I sat and tried to read a bit, enjoying a glass of wine before dinner.  A friend of my parent’s just passed on a set of wicker furniture to use on the new porch, and we gave it it’s (second) maiden voyage that afternoon.

My family and the Lonesome Hill Gang joined us for a birthday dinner on the porch, of cold cuts, cheese, fruit and wine, and homemade birthday cake (thanks, Hannah!). It was very low key and relaxing… just my cup of tea, these days!

Evening Interogation

“If you happen to have read another book about Christopher Robin…”

The opening lines of our well loved, well read copy of Winnie the Pooh. The five of us lay crowded on our queen sized bed in the sweltering heat of a ninety degree night.  We’re beginning a new bedtime story, having just finished The Wind in the Willows.

For some reason, this particular evening, Kinsley persistently insisted that I was going to be the one to read the night time story.  I never read the night time story, but when you’re three, it seems to be crucial to see how much you can rock the boat without consequence.

Dan starts with the introduction.  He always starts with the introduction.  He  gets to the part where Christopher Robin ran into the arms of the brown and furry bear named Winnie, and Kinsley interrupts….

“Papa?  How do people poke all that hair into man’s arms?”

This requires a long conversations, involving many topics.  Finally, the reading recommences.  Dan reads a few more sentences, getting all the way to the part where small, squeaky voice of Piglet interrupts the author’s explanation of Things to ask why so much is being said about Pooh, and so little about Piglet.  Kinsley interjects…

“Why does Piglet talk like a baby?”

By this time, both Sophie and Truxton are sleeping.  Dan reads a bit more.  Just about the time that Pooh is making his grand entrance down the stairs on the back of his head, Kinsley remembers the part where…

“He [whoever “he” is] falls down on his knees, ’cause he is scared of monsters, and his Mama tells him that he can watch ‘that’ show.” And, by the way – “How did Pooh get prickeldy things in his back?”