So, as I start to write this my son strips himself down and sneaks into the now empty closet for a quick pee. A sign of potty-training readiness, right? But then again he doesn't talk so negotiating is an obsolete concept. When I mention "potty" (and of course I bought one way too early) he runs to the bathroom and crams both feet into the 6" diameter hole and stands up - quite proud of himself I might add. He refuses to sit down on it but standing in the white bucket couldn't be more entertaining or accomplishing in his eyes.
And what do you suppose the earth has in it that is so much more nutritious and appetizing than prepared food? (By earth I mean rocks and dirt and anything grimy.) I mean the boy just picks up clumps of dirt by the handful and eats it like a popcorn ball! I now know that "Rock Gut" is actually a literal term. Oh, kids. I don't know what I'd do without that little freak of nature.
Then there's always the pacifer and what new place he'll find to "dip" it. Since birth it seems he's been dipping it into my mom's coffee, ice cream, beer, dirt, whatever is handiest. Well, we went to the ballpark the other day and one of my friends had his four month old English mastif (sp?) there. Canon went straight for the beast, of course. Treated him like the neighbor's cat, with an occasional "wiggle giggle coo coo" and then there the pacifer went...straight into the dog's mouth and back into my son's mouth before I could say a word. That move was the highlight of the hour at the softball park, but I knew it was time to go home when some older kids started building a mud pond and Canon stamped right through it and then bombarded it with rocks. I thought he was going to get beat up.
In the midst of our moving, me interviewing twice daily for jobs and running back and forth to Searcy for basketball practice, Russ has become obsessed with the Lord of the Rings for the thousandth time. (At least once yearly we must re-read the trilogy and pay homage to the wizards and elves and hobbits and orcs and dwarves and men of middle earth). It's helpful, mostly, because he stays out of my way as I'm dashing through the chaos of our lives. Not to mention it keeps him sane by escaping our reality and my own organizational madness. So, I too give thanks for the little webbed-footed Tooks and Pippins and whatever their "precious" names are.
Reason for my post: PRAYER. In need of it, got to have it. This coming week I will have two final interviews for jobs at Newport and Cabot - hoping for Cabot, close on a house in Searcy and make a decision whether or not to lease our house here. The only thing I don't have on my list is child care and we'll all be praying about that soon. I'm giving it a break right now. Seems I've been to every child care center in White County and gotten on about 10 waiting lists with nothing hopeful except a mediocre center run by a blabber mouth Kathy Bates look alike. So, get on your knees people and send whatever loving karma you can afford to share my way!