Wednesday, August 26, 2009

fire and ice

My youngest is staying with his grandparents. This means my oldest is smacking back to the days when he had his parents all to himself. He's digging every minute of it. He loves his little brother. Most of the time. But he misses the old days when he had our undivided attention.

We took him out for ice cream. Then he and I stopped into our local volunteer fire station for an impromptu self-guided tour. Tomorrow I'm making pancakes for breakfast.

At this rate, perhaps I'll join the ranks of the ubercool. A curse it is.

link: jefferson starship, robert frost (thanks, jane :)