Yesterday saw an improvement in Elihu’s mood. Although Friday had ended rather badly – he’d been knocked to the ice on his head by a bruiser classmate plus he’d jammed his fingers and hit his knee too – after a good night’s sleep and some farm-fresh eggs for breakfast he was back to his old self. After a mellow morning in we headed out for some sledding and window shopping at the local odds and ends store. Now, on Sunday morning, Elihu relaxes on the couch and plays Pokemon on the DS he got for Christmas. Homework will follow later today, but that’s ok, because now he’s rested and ready.
Friday night I actually went out to a party (!) while grandma and Elihu enjoyed some time together.
Sylvia gives us a passive-aggressive message that the girls need feeding.
Elihu works on his birthday card for dad.
The card featured his cartoon character “Stanley the Sparrow”.
Upon finding a “52” in the street, Stanley decides it needs correcting….
…and so improves the situation by making it into “25”.
Wait, 52? 25? Which is right?!
Starting out on our first sledding day of the season. (Better late than never.)
It’s one big hill.
There’s a little hump midway, which offers old-timers like me a shorter, gentler run. It also makes the run more fun for those who start all the way at the top.
The sun came out, and so did Elihu’s smile. A good run almost landed him in the street!
After warming up with a cup of tea at a local coffee shop in town, we headed out to Ocean State Job Lots and began to peruse aisles of mismatched, oddball stuff the likes of which one might find in a market in some third-world country. Always good entertainment. Indulge me, if you will, in a little retrospective of our finds:
Elihu was most impressed that this kit was made “for her“. I like that the notion strikes him as absurd.
It’s my friend’s sixtieth birthday today, so naturally I had to grab this harbinger-of-death bottle stopper for her.
And finally, this one, so perfect for my lil man who still hasn’t made it to 70 pounds. !
Nothing restores the mood so well as a Sunday morning at home.
The Hillhouse 