Talking up a storm

We have been up for just over 2 hours this morning.  So far, the Bumble Bean has:

• warned me to "Stay right where you are!  I'll be right back."
• advised me, "Oh, you in trouble now."
• directed me to, "move, move, move," and when I reminded him of "excuse me please," he responded with, "move, move, move, excuse me please."
• asked me, "Where is Daddy-cakes?" and I replied, "California.  He'll be back tomorrow," he reaffirmed, "Daddy-cakes home tomorrow.  Weasel-ball, please.  I want Weasel-ball, please."
• I said, "but Gammy and Grandpa will come over this afternoon, he sang, "Grandpa, Grandpa, Grandpa! Frog, frog, frog!"  I'm not really sure of the connection there or if there is one.

Comments

I have not really explored the whole "blogger" site due to limited time, attention and the Bumble Bean's opposition to my using the computer.  Also, to be perfectly honest, beacuse I haven't cared that much.  However, just now, I clicked the comments tab to see what it would do.  (Yes, the Bumble Bean does get some of his investigatory techniques from me.)  Thank you for your comments.  I appreciate the feedback.

Hats and Weasel-balls

This morning while I was priming the back stairs, fixing the door and figuring out how to replace the window, the Bumble Bean went exploring in the basement.  He found a stack of empty boxes which have no reason for being there except that they have not been thrown away.  He found a lot of spider webs.  He found the box of extremely ugly tiles for our first floor kitchen.  He also found the Little Tykes basketball hoop.  We dragged it out into the backyard.  He threw the ball through the hoop.  Once.  Then he experimented with different ways of knocking it over.  Finally, he called, "Hat, hat, hat. Mommy, hat, hat, hat!"  I looked out the door I was trying to fix and there he was with whole thing leaning against his head.  He was very pleased with himself.

Once we came in and showered we went exploring through his old toys.  We found many things, but most especially the Weasel-ball which he is now crawling around after calling "Here, kitty kitty!"  Off to the What the Fluff? Festival!  I wonder what adventures we will find there.

Why is life so utterly full of s__t?

The back stairs have needed to be patched and painted since before the Bumble Bean was born.  We are working on the 4th year with no light over our table.  The house is a disaster.  Spell check isn't working; no surprise since the computer isn't working either.  I suspect that our bathtub is about to fall into the clinic.  Still no dehumidifier in the basement which makes anything that goes there become trash.  Did I mention the house is filthy, the yard is full of weeds and general detritus, nothing is ever put away, thrown away, cleaned, fixed, maintained.  Argh!  I think I'll move to Australia.

It's all a crock

I am 99.9% sure that diagnoses for the Bumble Bean are useless.  The sad part is, he can't get services without a diagnosis, the worse the diagnosis the better.  On the other hand, since the services tend to be one size fits all and the specialists agree that they have never encountered a little boy like the Bumble Bean how useful can the services be?  Can they actually be harmful?  Can they shake his confidence that he is perfect the way he is?  Can they make him feel like there is something wrong with him?  Of course they can!

I have complete and absolute faith in the Bumble Bean.  He is an amazing little boy and he will grow into an amazing man: tall and strong, wise and kind.  It will be a journey not a destination as we have journeyed to where we are.  We will keep on.

The Guest House

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

~ Rumi ~

(The Essential Rumi, versions by Coleman Barks)

My Urban Gardening efforts to date

• 1 very healthy rosemary plant
• A couple dozen healthy Nasturtiums
• 3 very sad and droopy lettuces planted from a paper strip of seeds (KMart)
• 2 green peppers from 4 orange and yellow pepper plants (also KMart)
• 2 dozen tiny tomatos (delicious!)
• A parsley hedge
• Spearmint monster growth
• 2 4" eggplants (still growing)

By the time of our first frost (a few weeks away) I should be able to make a tiny meal of eggplant parmesan!

I think that next year I will hang my tomatoes from the second floor windows where they will get a lot more sun.  Meanwhile, this fall, I am going to spread some manure on the 2 raised beds in my front yard so it can winter-in.  I may seed clover for the first crop.

Dong Quai = Da Guo

That's all I'm saying.