It’s been awhile since I did a brain dump on here – or have I ever? – but today seems like as good of a day as any, and there are lots of things that I’d like to tell you, but that aren’t major enough to warrant their own post. Here we go…
- I just realized that it’s vacation season. I was talking to a co-worker who said that she was “in vacation mode” for her fourth of July travel, and I replied, “Yeah, but that’s not for, like, a month,” and was shocked to hear that it’s only a little more than two weeks away. Seriously, where is the summer going?
- There will be a bigger update next week, but I’m surprised every single day that my garden is actually growing. It hasn’t been without its hiccups (aphids – ugh) but I have a few little green beans, lots of tiny tomatoes and buds, and one red tomato already.
- Nugget has developed an intense fear/hatred of “fluff.” In his little mind, “fluff” is not only actual fluff – dust bunnies or bits of fluff from the dryer clinging to his clothes – but also stray pieces of hair, dirt, crumbs, you name it. (Hair “fluff” is a particular problem, because Peanut has long hair and both she and I shed regularly. And if his nanny’s ponytail gets in his face, he admonishes her, “Kelly, your fluff!”) He comes running up to me or to Steve at least twenty times a day, crying, “Get the fluff! GET THE FLUUUUUFF!” and we have to then find whatever piece of “fluff” is bothering him and eradicate it. On Wednesday night, he even had to be convinced to sit down in the bathtub – usually he sits immediately and starts splashing happily. When I asked him what was wrong he pointed at the tub and said, in real distress, “There’s a fluff down there!” Poor little guy (also it’s kind of funny). But he has to learn to live in a fluffy world.
- I have a new hobby: shopping for white tulle dresses and for toddler bowtie-and-suspenders sets. Did I tell you that Peanut is going to be a flower girl in September? She’s beyond excited – she talks about her dress and her “flower headband” constantly, and every time we walk down King Street, we have to stop and look in the window of the bridal boutique and speculate about Aunt Rebecca’s dress. (Well, I know what it looks like, but I’m not going to spoil Peanut’s fun.) At four-and-a-half, she’s plenty old enough to know exactly what’s going on when a wedding takes place (and she’s already been to two weddings – her Uncle Dan and Aunt Danielle’s, and my college friend Betsy’s) and to actually be in the wedding is a major thrill.
- Steve couldn’t believe this when I told him, but I have no books checked out from the library right now – not even any picture books for the kids. I’m down to Inbox Zero and loving it. It’s been so long since I’ve seen many of my own books that I am enjoying having the freedom to read from my own shelves without library deadlines bearing down on me. But that’s about to change, because I just got a notice that Lincoln in the Bardo is waiting for me on the holds shelf.
There you have it – five random things that were bumping around in my brain. What’s been on your mind lately? Do you also hate fluff?