As part of her schoolwork today, Beanie made a largish lump of play clay. While flour, salt, oil, water, and cream of tartar were being mixed and cooked, Bugaboo was sourly practicing her addition facts and lamenting that her day’s assignments did not include the concoction of moldable substances. Beanie managed not to look too awfully smug, and I reminded Bugaboo that there are days when her own schoolwork includes a spiffy craft and Beanie’s is mostly drill.
Around 10:00, all the day’s assignments were completed. This was about a half hour after Baby Guy decided he’d had enough of this morning and went down for an early nap. I credit Mr. Man, who decided that he and his brother should both awaken and play a game of catch the bear between their cribs at 5:45 a.m. Beanie snagged a couple of wipes to clean along the baseboards, Mr. Man headed for the living room to pick up the fluffs of Smudgie’s fur that seem to reproduce overnight, Bugaboo grabbed the dustpan and brush to sweep the hallway and around the living room carpet, and I started in on the breakfast dishes.
A few moments later, Beanie came skipping through to deposit her grimy wipes in the trash cans, and rendered me nearly speechless by asking, “Mommy, do you have any other chores I can do?” Once I had recovered, I told her she could take the other dustpan and brush from behind the trash can and see if Bugaboo or Mr. Man needed help. Shortly thereafter, Beanie and Mr. Man came giggling into the kitchen, balancing a dustpan full of dog hair between them, and managed to empty most of it into the trash can instead of the dogs’ water dish.
The rest of the day was relatively peaceful; we read stories for a while, had warm biscuits, honeycrisp apples, and slices of nice sharp cheddar for lunch, then the tribe caught the Barney Halloween special on Netflix while I dozed on the couch for a few minutes (I was up an hour before the boys, for the record) before we all headed to the back yard to play “chase the puppy” on a glorious October afternoon.
After dinner, we dropped Bugaboo off at Faith Formation (think Sunday school, but on Monday night), then came home for some more story time, a can of enormous olives, and some desperately needed baths. Beanie generously ceded the privilege of story choosing entirely to her little brothers. Once we had tucked them in, she and I headed upstairs for our Monday night Mommy and Beanie time (Bugaboo goes fencing with Daddy after Faith Formation). After she put her toys away, she danced over to the kitchen table to see what tonight’s adventures might be. She helped me chop dates, nuts, and candy for an orange slice cake, then, to her very great delight, got two make-your-own-Halloween-sticker-scene sheets for her very own. Beanie is FANATICAL about stickers, and she set to decorating a couple of haunted houses with great glee, narrating what was happening as she built each one. I love her stories, because everything is innocent and sweet. Even the ghosts are nice in Beanie’s stories — they’re the ones that know the best candy to put in trick-or-treaters’ pumpkins is the chocolate kind.
Once she was all stickered out, she polished off the rest of the olives while I got her play clay, now cooled, from the refrigerator. She gleefully dumped it out of the bag, dug her little hands merrily into it, and started to build a big snowman. After a few rolls of the dough, she sighed and slumped back in her chair.
“What’s wrong, Beanie? Do you need some help?”
“No, I don’t need any help.”
“Is the dough too cold.”
“No, the dough’s not too cold. It’s just not as much fun without Bugaboo. Will she and Daddy be home soon? I miss making things with her.”
Today’s prayer: Lord, thank You for Your blessings, for whom we prayed for so long. Thank You for guiding us to teach them that they are each other’s first and best friends, and that every joyful thing becomes even greater when it is shared. Help us to continue and extend that lesson with the, Lord, that whatever they have can be shared with whomever they meet. Please remind us that whenever two or more are gathered together in Your name, You are there, and that whenever we reach out a hand in love to share the bounty with which You have blessed us, we honor You.