On Thursday Bill made the switch to using MARTA to get to and from work in an effort to conserve money in the face of increasing petrol prices (UK folk stop snickering!), be more environmentally conscious and avoid the hell that is Midtown Atlanta in the midst of huge road construction causing traffic congestion.
On Thursday I decided to take Sam to the High Museum for some toddler art and thought I’d switch the cars out en route as Bill had taken Perdie to the station and as she doesn’t guzzle as much petrol as Bessie I thought it would be better for Sam and I to be tootling around in her.
Problem is, I forgot to tell Bill this.
He arrived back at the MARTA station in the evening and almost freaked out. He was thinking he must be the unluckiest person ever to have his car stolen from the lot the first time he uses the train!
It was a good job I had thoughtfully parked Bessie in exactly the same spot that he had left Perdie so at least his distress wasn’t too long lived when he retraced his steps.
The afternoon at the High was good. Sam actually fell asleep on the walk up the road to the get there. I didn’t think he’d want to miss it, and seeing as we’d made the effort to get there, I gave him a shake. He was delighted to wake up with an easel and pastels in front of him. The theme that day was Georgia O’Keefe’s en plein air flower paintings and toddlers were prompted to use water-soluble pastels and a water mister to produce flower drawings of their own. Sam had a great time smearing the pastel around, prompting me to keep his paper constantly soggy and prodding it with a paint brush.
I find when I sit down on the sofa at the moment I often have a small child clamber on top of me and then slide down my legs, chuckling and giggling.
Sam battles with his emotions. Sometimes it seems that his feelings swamp him and get to be too much. He’ll stop what he is doing and close his eyes really tightly and scrunch up his face. You can almost see him trying to consult with his internal self. I just want to hug him and hold him close.
My new circus tent of a swimming costume arrived last week and so Sam and I finally went to the pool again now I have something to fit into once more. We went on Friday afternoon and had a fantastic time. I am very proud to report that Sam really truly took his first unassisted strokes through the water. He released his hold on me to try to swim for a float that was out of his reach. I let him go and excitedly watched as he splashed and kicked his way over until he had it in his grasp. It wasn’t a terribly far distance, but I was impressed. He kept his bottom up, his head out of the water, and he powered through the water happily. That little effort did tire him out though and he didn’t repeat it for the rest of the session, preferring instead to sit on the side of the pool, count to three and then jump back in. Over and over.
Rain stopped play on Saturday up in Woodstock so Bill’s make up match was played this morning. I am pleased to report that his team won and have progressed to the next round of the playoffs. Bill’s a tad grumpy though as he and his partner lost their match and are through by dint of the rest of the team winning theirs. The first set was pretty ropey and they lost that one pretty badly but then came back with a second set that bruised the opponents badly. The third set was looking good for Bill and Richard and they were seeming the obvious winners, but then I had to take a restless Sam away to the nearby playground to expel some energy and when I returned the match was lost. Not quite sure what happened. Still, the team is through and lives to play again next weekend. Go Bill!
Baby bump has a name and maybe I’ll tell you in the morning. We’re pretty decided on it at the moment, though of course reserve the right to change our minds at any point until it’s on the official birth certificate.
So, okay, Auntie Melly, here’s some clues:
– She might be a honey, or she could be a killer.
– Sproglet II is going to be a ballen just like her daddy.