Well, we've been home a couple days. There were big aspirations for weekend chores but really we — okay, I — just lazed about. I lost all my gumption the minute we walked in the door and The Boy's head flew off.
I'll get to that later.
I want to dwell on the good stuff first.
So. Happy, or at least Cute, Montana Vignettes:
The Boy has reached the "neeeeeed" stage. As in, "Neeeeeed [whatever I have in my hand: bottle/pruners/cd]!" Nonnie has dozens and dozens of tractor toys at her house. When there were tears it was, "Neeeed John Deer! Neeeeeeeeed John Deer!" Popped a green tractor in his hand and the tears dried up. Exxxcccellent.
Nonnie brought new blister packs of little tractors and trucks (like we didn't have enough already) for the three grandsons to keep them live-withable while we ate our Lindy's steak. One toy was a forklift. Crown Prince Liam bagged it quickly. After examining it for a while, turning it this way and that, he translated literally and started eating his dinner with the forklift. Good boy, Liam.
The Carousel for Missoula was a little daunting. The band organ is pretty loud and it is billed as the fastest carousel in the USA. Against slight protest, Daddy swooped him up and around they went. The Boy looked like a melt down was imminent for the first few passes but he was definitely grooving on it by the end. When we were far enough away, The Boy's comment was, "I cried a little but it was funny." Yes, Sweetie, it was.
Matt took The Boy for a ride on Unclejerryinmontana's ATV. They went so slowly that I could have caught up with them at a jog. (Not that I jog. I do joggle.) By the time they came back down the road, The Boy had Daddy in a death grip but his face was lit up and he was chanting, "Go faster! Go faster!" Matt was muttering something about not taking driving directions from a two-year-old.
There is a pretty good playhouse at Nonnie's. He spent a lot of time with a frying pan and a "spatchu-BIya" (spatula) working at the stove. I confess it warmed the cockles of my heart to see The Boy playing at the stove "making eggs" and "coffee." I know he's a boy and I know he's currently dedicated to motorized things. But I am pleased (okay, and a little relived) that he imitates me in some things. (The toy in the picture is a coffee pot, by the way.)
Garage sales are the community event on Seeley Lake weekends. Nonnie picks up a lot of good stuff. What caught The Boy's attention was sitting in the living room: a life-sized mallard carved by a Seeley old timer. The boy fed it grass and took it to the other side of the room to visit the metal loon cut out. But mostly he rode it. At one point he insisted it needed a saddle. He went so far as to get a washcloth but the cloth kept sliding off the duck's back. Guess we have a new cliche.
The Boy's imagination actively blossomed during these two weeks. I know he's been dreaming and such, but this was the first time we could track his fantasies. I am really loving this. He's telling us about petting a buffalo and how Daddy rode it (I think that notion came from a dream). He played with carved ducks and declared the ducks were going to find water or grass or to ride the tractors. He had little stories about the horses and dogs. It was truly sweet.
I love listening to his voice. Matt claims he has a German accent. And, yeah, he kinda does. "Put zat ofver vere."
I'll get to that later.
I want to dwell on the good stuff first.
So. Happy, or at least Cute, Montana Vignettes:
The Boy has reached the "neeeeeed" stage. As in, "Neeeeeed [whatever I have in my hand: bottle/pruners/cd]!" Nonnie has dozens and dozens of tractor toys at her house. When there were tears it was, "Neeeed John Deer! Neeeeeeeeed John Deer!" Popped a green tractor in his hand and the tears dried up. Exxxcccellent.Nonnie brought new blister packs of little tractors and trucks (like we didn't have enough already) for the three grandsons to keep them live-withable while we ate our Lindy's steak. One toy was a forklift. Crown Prince Liam bagged it quickly. After examining it for a while, turning it this way and that, he translated literally and started eating his dinner with the forklift. Good boy, Liam.
The Carousel for Missoula was a little daunting. The band organ is pretty loud and it is billed as the fastest carousel in the USA. Against slight protest, Daddy swooped him up and around they went. The Boy looked like a melt down was imminent for the first few passes but he was definitely grooving on it by the end. When we were far enough away, The Boy's comment was, "I cried a little but it was funny." Yes, Sweetie, it was.
Matt took The Boy for a ride on Unclejerryinmontana's ATV. They went so slowly that I could have caught up with them at a jog. (Not that I jog. I do joggle.) By the time they came back down the road, The Boy had Daddy in a death grip but his face was lit up and he was chanting, "Go faster! Go faster!" Matt was muttering something about not taking driving directions from a two-year-old.
There is a pretty good playhouse at Nonnie's. He spent a lot of time with a frying pan and a "spatchu-BIya" (spatula) working at the stove. I confess it warmed the cockles of my heart to see The Boy playing at the stove "making eggs" and "coffee." I know he's a boy and I know he's currently dedicated to motorized things. But I am pleased (okay, and a little relived) that he imitates me in some things. (The toy in the picture is a coffee pot, by the way.)Garage sales are the community event on Seeley Lake weekends. Nonnie picks up a lot of good stuff. What caught The Boy's attention was sitting in the living room: a life-sized mallard carved by a Seeley old timer. The boy fed it grass and took it to the other side of the room to visit the metal loon cut out. But mostly he rode it. At one point he insisted it needed a saddle. He went so far as to get a washcloth but the cloth kept sliding off the duck's back. Guess we have a new cliche.
The Boy's imagination actively blossomed during these two weeks. I know he's been dreaming and such, but this was the first time we could track his fantasies. I am really loving this. He's telling us about petting a buffalo and how Daddy rode it (I think that notion came from a dream). He played with carved ducks and declared the ducks were going to find water or grass or to ride the tractors. He had little stories about the horses and dogs. It was truly sweet.
I love listening to his voice. Matt claims he has a German accent. And, yeah, he kinda does. "Put zat ofver vere."
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