Today (and everyday) I am grateful for my amazing husband: how sweet was his post the other night? He surpasses any dream I could have had for the perfect partner: thoughtful, funny, generous, an amazing teacher. I am, indeed, lucky. It’s no surprise how attached Wesley is to his father. I think about this often, how broken both our lives would be if anything ever happened to Craig. They are lives I do not like to imagine.
Wes and I are headed over to the library later in the day. Good Night Florida is due back today, along with some other books. But I think I may need to purchase this one and add it permanently to Wesley’s library. It is good, I think, for him to learn about his home state, his environment. I hope the Michael Pollan books I’ve had on my coveted books list will be available for check-out, though since I think he was on Oprah’s show yesterday, my luck may be out. Maybe I’ll find a copy of Barbara Kingsolver’s latest novel instead. It is popular and seems to always be unavailable.
Yesterday, while I sat on the sofa reading a book, I spied Wesley sitting by his book sling, The Rainbow Fish on his lap, pointing at the fish on the page. In between points, he’d turn to his Busy Ball Popper and turn it on to hear the music. As soon as the music stopped, he’d start it up again. I wish I had a photo so you, too, could see the incredible loveliness of this moment.
It dawned on me (in part thanks to something I just read this morning in Montessori in the Classroom) that Wes would enjoy music playing in the background of our mornings. It may help to set a tone, in more ways than one. I chose Tchaikovsky today, my favorite. He loved to watch and hear me whistle along with the music. Less than ten minutes later, he was ready for his morning nap.
After the library, we’ll stop to buy a gift for a birthday party coming up next month. I wish we had better toy stores around. Even the two local independent ones are somewhat lacking. It is hard to find thoughtful toys other than online, I’m finding, especially for my “old-timey” baby. He’s warmed up to the Busy Ball Popper, true, but he’s happier with a set of stacking cups, a wooden pop-up toy. I hope the swing I posted up on Craig’s List sells quickly, allowing room in the nursery for this (placed horizontally). I want him to see, among the chaos of the rest of the house, that his room is his own, organized, and beautiful. Time, time: all I need is time.
Save for my having to venture out to work this evening, the day looks to be a good one. I hope yours is too.