Please. Please. Don't keep reading. If I can keep you from reading then, you will not see the monster at the end of this entry. What you're still reading! Please. Please. Don't scroll down another bar. I've told you there's a monster at the end and you really don't want to see it. (This is a bit of a litmus test--if you are the mother to a toddler, you will recognize the preceding allusion.)
Look here's the monster.
You're right. It wasn't really a monster. It was just Benjamin.
And Isaac will protect me. With a shoe for a weapon. (Have I mentioned how serious he is about his shoes? Even if we have forgotten where they are, he knows and will go and get them. And carry them around until you finally put them on for him.)
Wednesday, September 26, 2007
It's not a far stretch to envision the circus life in our living room. Most days, it goes without saying with nary a prop. This week however, Benjamin has taken it to all new levels as master of ceremonies under our parachute big top. He goes around singing, "Circus man (clown) came to town, wearing circles all around/There were circles on his head and circles on his toes/He wears circles wherever he goes. (In case you're wondering, sing this to the tune of "This Old Man"). At our circus, the elephants dance and the clowns perform which includes throwing lots of little plastic balls as far as we can and when we're lucky they land on the top of the circus tent and roll back down. That's very giggly fun. Our current audience is seated on a cushy bench and includes three dinosaurs, a duck, a bear, a stuffed "Towmater" truck, a bumblebee and of course several "pup-pup" dogs. Today Zorro the magician also amazed us with his disappearing coin trick. Please stop by for some of that abracadabra! And don't forgot to buy your popcorn. Five cents! We have the best deal in town!
Isaac, of course, continues to relish in his lion act by chasing us around with his deep, throaty roars. It's not necessarily an empty threat either--I learned that one day with yelps and consternation when he zeroed in on my big toe and gave it a good bite. It really hurt. I'm not sure that even with the circus in town we've come any closer to taming his beast, but he tempers all of this with contagious deep belly guffaws and exuberant, generally slobbery kisses. Benjamin often avoids these loving overtures as much as I avoid big toe bites.
Gotta run. I've been informed that Isaac "has mess on his face, NeeMom!" and is headed towards a couch near me!
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Today was like a good apple--crisp, crunchy, cool and refreshing. I sniff the season change and the relief from the heat has me feeling lighter. Not a cloud in sight, but the sun is friendly warm. Isaac (Dylan) and I got home from leaving Benjamin at Joy School and we tumbled out of the car into the playful outdoors. There we found our shadowing doubles enticing us to a good run and jump. Isaac kept trying to catch up to his shadow, but it just kept on moving and moving until I had to wave him away and spoil the fun by going inside.
But the cadence of Robert Louis Stevenson's "My Shadow" stays with me all day thanks to my own once a child memory.