Someday
Thanksgiving was delightful. Our beloved friend Krissy (Kristen to the rest of the world) came down from L.A. for the weekend with her two-year-old daughter, my goddaughter Vivi. Scrumptious. Brilliant. Beautiful. Oh, did we have fun. The theme for the holiday seemed to be “Celebrate”—thanks to the new Signing Time video Krissy and Vivi shared with us. That’s right, the Potty Time DVD. We are highly sophisticated around here; you ought to know that by now.
Which is why our Thanksgiving dinner consisted of delicacies like Stove Top stuffing and cranberry relish from a can. We do things right in Casa Bonny Glen. If it doesn’t taste like 1978, I don’t want to hear about it—not at my holiday table.
After a heavy, hearty, heavenly meal we enjoyed three kinds of pie: chocolate cream, pumpkin, and Scott’s famous grasshopper pie. And pecan bars. This after two kinds of jello salad with dinner.
I think I spent more hours in the kitchen on Thursday than I did for the entire rest of the year. (Have I mentioned how much I love having Scott work from home again?)
Now, I already broke this news to the Facebook crowd and I’ll try to break it to you gently here: my young Harpo Marx/Greatest American Hero has been shorn. We left the curls intact until after the holiday, knowing Krissy would be wielding her considerable camera skills during her visit. Alas, on the morning of the great day, it became apparent that Huck’s hair had crossed into new territory…territory hitherto occupied only by Napoleon Dynamite. Wonderboy’s, too, was looking decidedly shaggy. This afternoon, Scott pulled out the clippers.
Rilla is highly disgruntled at the change in her baby brother. She keeps reaching out to sproing a non-existent curl, then sighing heavily.
“He’ll be cute again…someday,” she mutters darkly.
Seems like someday rolls around mighty quickly, these days.
sarah says:
Oh, he IS still darling after all! The curls were adorable, but look at that face! That smile. There is such a sweetness to him that is even more apparent now.
By the way, Scott does the cooking, the laundry, and cuts the hair? Sounds like what you’ve got going there is a mighty fine wife. Just what every working woman needs.
On November 27, 2011 at 8:57 pm
Melissa Wiley says:
I know, right?? 😉 AND he gives daily footrubs. Can I pick ’em, or what?
On November 27, 2011 at 9:10 pm
Mamalion says:
Aww, so cute! We also had a Thanksgiving enlivened with cranberry sauce out of a can, and a 3yo around. And lest you wonder if your book recommendations are just landing out there in the ether, I had bought both ‘Shark vs. Train’ and ‘Good Night, Good Night Construction Site’, and both got a *ringing* endorsement from aforementioned 3yo- he loved them so much, he slept with them. Also from the Dad who read both books repeatedly to said 3yo. In fact, he deems ‘Good Night’ the absolute best. boy. book. ever.
On November 27, 2011 at 9:23 pm
Ellie says:
**gulping at the decided lack of curls** I’ve mentioned, I’m sure, how Calli seethes when her older brother gets his curls clipped 🙂
But oh my (and I’m sure you know this seeing as how you live with them and all?) but goodness Huck looks like Scott!
On November 28, 2011 at 1:25 pm
Karen Edmisten says:
Oh, my gosh, I never thought I’d have to say Rilla is wrong, but Sweet Rilla, he’s still cute. Extraordinarily cute. Squeezable cute. Did you save the curls for his godmother? 🙂
On November 30, 2011 at 7:08 am
MelanieB says:
He is still adorably cute. The curls will be back before you know it.
On November 30, 2011 at 8:16 am
Penny says:
Someday is NOW – he is adorable!
So is Wonderboy 🙂
So thankful for you and your writing and your hubby who gives you writing time… and makes pie…
PS: I’m checking in once or twice a month these days – but always thinking good thoughts of you and yours!
On December 1, 2011 at 10:58 am
scott (the other one) says:
Who could be married to someone who is capable of writing like she does and not do whatever was needed to make sure she wrote as much as possible?
On December 1, 2011 at 7:45 pm