It was a quiet week-end--my very favorite kind. No rushing to and fro--but rather a leisurely trip to the farmer's market for fresh ravioli, peppercorn asiago cheese and loads of zinnias(!), a family lunch, treehouse building and a small but sweet birthday celebration starring my grandma and a peanut butter chocolate cake (yum!).
Below you will see the treehouse progress that I promised. The walls have now been built on two of the three sides of the house--less one board-- as we need to pause and think on how to safely leave this opening for using the pulley system that has already been put in place in that particular spot. We can't leave a gap in the wall, as it would be unsafe--but we can't put a full sized board there as it would prevent any use of the pulley--and the pulley is essential for things like pulling up the dessert cart that P. hopes I'll lug up the hill to his treehouse and load in his pulley bucket!
We are excited to see this project come to a close just in time for cooler weather. It will be quite perfect! Of course, this is only the first phase of the treehouse. As I understand it, it will have two or three more levels and countless bells and whistles. There are sketches and watercolors that many members of the family have conceived strewn across the house. Perhaps we will all move into it when this elaborate plan is complete.
So, I am sitting here writing this post quite alone. It is absolutely quiet and I have a cup of hot tea--that's still hot! This is a rare experience for me. I can't remember the last time it happened. This is because--and you may understand this, reader--I typically have a child or two pulling at me, requesting something from me, or otherwise just closing my computer for me if it has been open for more than one minute in their presence. Also, these requests I get are kind of like falling dominoes--and if I have successfully boiled water for my morning tea, it either gets completely forgotten or if the tea does get made--it is typically left until tepid or cold and I throw some ice in it and pretend I'm having a fancy coffee shop drink--except not as good.
So, all of that said, my free three hours this morning are clearly allowing me to ramble a bit more in this post :)
G. went off to preschool this morning without a hint of protest. I told my husband last night that I had changed my mind--I just couldn't leave my baby for hours in a place he's only visited a few times with people he doesn't really know. I just couldn't do it. I thought I'd take him in this morning, and he would refuse to leave my arms, and I would turn to the teacher and say, "I'm sorry--I made a mistake. He's just not ready."--and then we would come back home together. Clearly this didn't happen. He wandered away from me as soon as we got in the door, and found some other children to play with--never even looking back at me as I watched for about five minutes. I left feeling oddly light and relieved. It will be good to have two days in the week to do things I have missed being able to do--like hiking or yoga class or organizing our house. But, it is rather strange to have two boys old enough to be in school now.
I hope to share with you some of my upcoming wanderings on my "free" days. For now, I'm off to drink that Earl Grey while it's still hot...