Brian turned nine yesterday. He opted to take a couple of friends to the new Pirates of the Caribbean movie instead of having a party, but I had to turn it into a bit of one, anyway. Quick fish cupcakes, and a few little accessories can make any day into Pirate Day, right?
Just the fact that he would rather go to a movie with a few buddies shows how grown-up my boy is getting. I love it, though, that he's not to big to throw on the pirate gear, and act it out when he came home, checking with the Blackbeard book brought home from the library (for accuracy, of course).
My, how the years have flown...
I went for a walk the other day with a good friend, and we realized as we were talking that we've been walking together on the same path in the same spot for the last 14 years. For someone who had made about a dozen moves by the time I was a teenager, it's a little shocking to me that I've been in one place, geographically at least, for so long. Even more strange to me is that my children have lived in this one community their whole lives - three of them have lived their whole lives in this one house!
Sometimes I forget that my children don't automatically absorb everything I know, all my memories and experiences by osmosis. When I talk about moving house when I was a child, they look at me a little confused - they have nothing to compare that to. (And Liam is convinced, to my utter horror, that eggs come from Costco, not chickens. Sigh - we need to get some backyard chickens. Badly.)
There is something special, though, about having a place of your own. A spot. When I walk my path along the river, I feel grounded. I am mentally clear, refreshed, peaceful. This is Liam's spot - it has been since he was a baby.
This morning, he was owly and a bit fussy with me. All on his own, he disappeared to his spot, and it gave him just what my spot gives me - he came out from behind the curtain happy, settled, and relaxed. And thankfully, not so fussy anymore.
What about you? Do you have a place of your own?
We've been chased indoors by cold temperatures this week, and although I didn't make a marshmallow shooter for Brian for Christmas, I thought it would still be a great activity for us. I followed these directions, and easily found what I needed at the hardware store.
They were simple to put together, and the kids had a blast not only shooting mini-marshmallows everywhere, but also reconfiguring the pieces to change the way it worked. Lots of sneaky learning opportunities in there, which makes me happy - even if I will be finding marshmallows until spring...