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Weekend Review
All in all, it was a good weekend.
I won't go into tedious detail, though. But I will say that I've noticed that the weekend seems a lot longer when I do something fun on Friday night.
Scattered notes: Mowed the lawn for the first time this year. Got an amazing number of spontaneous fierce little hugs and kisses from the boy. Got some shopping done. Gave Sebastian lots of rides on the swing out back, and played with him a lot indoors as well, both on Saturday and Sunday. For one thing, we played in his bedroom, setting up furniture houses and pretending to be kitties, ghosts, and ghost kitties. I was able to keep the TV watching to a minimum.
This morning, Sebastian slept late. Teri got up and went to his room, and I slowly followed. He hadn't quite woken up yet. I crawled up next to him, and he broke into a huge smile. Then he opened his eyes and said sleepily "When is it going to be a just-you-and-me day again, Daddy?".
That sort of thing doesn't thrill Teri, understandably. Right now I'm the favorite, and have been for, oh, maybe a year. And he's anything but diplomatic about it. I need to find some way to make him be more balanced!
Currently Reading: In Joy Still Felt, the second volume (1954-1978) of the first autobiography of Isaac Asimov. It's 798 pages long not counting the index and bibliography, and the first volume (which I just finished) was about as long, but it reads easily and quickly. Of course, I've read it before. It particularly tickles me to come across so many familiar points: he mentions having lunch with his editors at the Marliave restaurant, which is an old family favorite (my family, that is), and was run by one of my mother's relatives for a long time. He went on the cog railway up Mount Washington, as did I. He lived in the Boston area for quite a while, so I know the areas that he talks about.
And of course I recently read Fredric Pohl's autobiography; Asimov and Pohl were friends, fellow Brooklynites and about the same age, so it's interesting to read what they say about each other. Good books. Note to self: check to see if any other science fiction writers have autobiographies.
I won't go into tedious detail, though. But I will say that I've noticed that the weekend seems a lot longer when I do something fun on Friday night.
Scattered notes: Mowed the lawn for the first time this year. Got an amazing number of spontaneous fierce little hugs and kisses from the boy. Got some shopping done. Gave Sebastian lots of rides on the swing out back, and played with him a lot indoors as well, both on Saturday and Sunday. For one thing, we played in his bedroom, setting up furniture houses and pretending to be kitties, ghosts, and ghost kitties. I was able to keep the TV watching to a minimum.
This morning, Sebastian slept late. Teri got up and went to his room, and I slowly followed. He hadn't quite woken up yet. I crawled up next to him, and he broke into a huge smile. Then he opened his eyes and said sleepily "When is it going to be a just-you-and-me day again, Daddy?".
That sort of thing doesn't thrill Teri, understandably. Right now I'm the favorite, and have been for, oh, maybe a year. And he's anything but diplomatic about it. I need to find some way to make him be more balanced!
Currently Reading: In Joy Still Felt, the second volume (1954-1978) of the first autobiography of Isaac Asimov. It's 798 pages long not counting the index and bibliography, and the first volume (which I just finished) was about as long, but it reads easily and quickly. Of course, I've read it before. It particularly tickles me to come across so many familiar points: he mentions having lunch with his editors at the Marliave restaurant, which is an old family favorite (my family, that is), and was run by one of my mother's relatives for a long time. He went on the cog railway up Mount Washington, as did I. He lived in the Boston area for quite a while, so I know the areas that he talks about.
And of course I recently read Fredric Pohl's autobiography; Asimov and Pohl were friends, fellow Brooklynites and about the same age, so it's interesting to read what they say about each other. Good books. Note to self: check to see if any other science fiction writers have autobiographies.
Addendum
I say that because I'm pretty sure no one else would read the comments to a Sebastian post. :D
I stayed up WAY too late last night, and got into bed just before midnight. At 12:23 AM I heard "Daddy?" very clearly from Sebastian's room, so I got up and checked on him. He was smacking his lips, but seemed sound asleep, so I went back to bed.
12:44 AM - "DADDY?". Again, Teri slept through it, so I dragged myself out of bed and went down the hall to Sebastian's room. At first I thought he was still sleeping, but then he turned over and said "Daddy, I had a nightmare. Sleep with me." So I lay down next to him and slept until sometime after 3:30 AM, when I got up and went back to bed with Teri.
And in the morning, of course, my baby boy was full of smiles.
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Kiralee
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We had seen a travelling fair off of 495; I love those things, but it was a little late and we would have had to backtrack to get there. So instead we had dinner at Chelos. That's a small RI chain of casual dining restaurants, and they're Sebastian's favorite - mainly, I think, because the one in Woonsocket has an elevated model train track, and he can make the train run by putting a quarter in a little train-signal box (the proceeds go to charity).
The food is pretty good; I usually get meat pie, which is the French tourtiere.
And after that? As I recall, we went home and I pushed Sebastian in his swing for a while. This is probably his last summer in the "baby swing". That's kind of sad, because when he graduates to the regular swings, I won't be able to give him what he calls the "one-a-two-a-three" pushes, which are really high.
Plus I get three kisses when I give him a "one-a-two-a-three" push, one for each count. I'll miss that. :D
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And I agree it will be a pity when Sebastian graduates to the bigger swings. He sounds really cute.
Kiralee