Is it Still Winter?

Mama, can I wear shorts today?

Look outside at the snow honey...

Mama, can I wear shorts today?


:)

Birthdays...

Yesterday Jude turned six, but we celebrated all week. The annual party at the Red House followed by the Malt Shop outing on his actual birthday. He's so excited he takes one bite of his birthday sundae and then says he is done.

Yesterday, still on his birthday, he asked, "Mama when do I get to have another birthday?"

Well... in a year, honey, I said. When you turn seven.

Too long to wait. "Mama, can I turn seven while I'm still six?"

:)


The night before driving around on 44th and France, we pass the gargantuan liquor store, with Wine in the  name, I think.  Anyway, tonight he took a particular interest even though we drive by it frequently.

Is that a museum, Mama? he wants to know.
Some might say, I say, but no honey.
Is it a dentists' office?
Nope.
What is it?
It's a wine shop.
A wine shop?
Yup!
You mean its' a place where people go and whine?
Well...subliminally I suppose.
What's sublimillleee mean?
Oh nothing honey. We can talk about that when you are older.  But you are brilliant. I think a whine shop where people go to wine is the best idea I have heard in a long time! If people were allowed to wine, esp adults, they might not need as much wine!

I tell him about LOVELAND, the fictional city I am building beneath The Beach, where storefronts of the future will reflect peace, love, community. The shop of unconditional love, the laud shop, the hug store, etc...

We practice whining for a while.

for jj love mama

An email from Dada from last summer

Jude just slid out of bed while sleeping. He's fine. He seems to like sleeping in his own bed next to mine. He went downstairs for a drink of water and waited for me while I got a pop (woke up around 2AM, finally decided to get up). I asked him if he had any dreams. He said he dreamt about skulls. I asked him if they were scary skulls - he said no, mostly red ones, then described how they're usually white, but some are brown - usually the pretend ones are brown.

He had me start using skulls and skeletons and bones in his books instead of poopies and farties. I suppose it's just a phase. I noticed he chuckled and smiled in his sleep, no apparent bad dreams.

Walking to the park

"this is the beginning of the end"...

we approached the grassy shortcut (the open field/baseball diamond) that goes straight to the park instead of walking around the block to get there

Duh. "Front-ground."

Today I asked JJ to make a thank you card for one of the OT interns at the clinic he goes to in Bloomington. He drew some lines and circles, legs and heads, all in blue.

"What is happening in this picture?" I ask.

"That's her pushing me in the tire swing," he says with annoyance; what's wrong with my eyesight anyway?


I study the drawing. "Oh yes, I see it.   How 'bout adding some hair? Or eyes?"

"NO!"

"Well then why don't you draw in a bit of background? Some sunshine or..."

"Because! I only want to draw the frontground!"

Christmas Carols in the car

"Good Friday for you.... for you and your kid..."