Today, after they finished lunch, Mark shouted to me from the living room, "Is it naptime?"
I wondered if he was already tired. "I don't know. Is it naptime?" I asked him.
"It's only noon," he replied, as if I was a fool.
I glanced at my watch. 12:01. Geez. Too bad he can't tell time.
We took a little walk before naptime (it was only noon, after all, and Adam was cranky) and stopped off at the house with the rocks by the sidewalk. The boys love to play with the "rock lady's" rocks. Today, the Rock Lady's daughter was leaving, and she stopped to say hello. Apparently, the boys met her already. Mark even asked what she was doing there. I mean, it's his rock lady, after all.
I have one dress finished but for the hem, a daycap finished but for the ties, an apron and petticoat finished, and a dress bodice in process. I have another dress and daycap "on deck", plans to start another friend's stuff once her life settles down a little bit (and I get some of this cleared up), request for a corset for a long-time corset wearer whose corset is falling apart, and a project for another museum (but they don't need it until fall).
I have peely and blistery fingers and a great sense of accomplishment when I get even a part of it done. Like "Wheee! I just attached piping!" Simple things make me happy.
Then there's Adam. We played "ou-si" this afternoon and he collected sticks and rocks and dumped sand on the ground and wandered around saying "yuck!" and wanting his hands wiped off. He practiced saying "wwwwww-wock!" as he showed me a rock. He stuck a stick in his mouth. He ate dirt and sand. It was a good time.
Mark and I planted sunflower seeds from Grandma Sarah. Hope they come up!