The Man spent the weekend in Chicago with his family. I stayed back with the kids to give him distraction-free quality time. Both kids were sick over the weekend. The Man works hard and I’m genuinely glad he got in a visit and some well-deserved rest, but by the end of his trip I was going a bit stir crazy from indoor time and endless nose wiping. He was tired from his flight, but because he is also a rock star he willingly agreed to pack up the kids and head to our friends’ farm for homemade ice cream and a wander past the pastures.
This picture perfectly captures our children’s very different approaches to livestock. Annie charges for the animals and tries to hurl herself through the fence. On her first visit to the farm this Spring she tried to pick Hamlet the pig’s nose. Meanwhile, Jack hides behind the closest adult and frantically scrambles up their back to safety if animals get too close. When asked, he will poke a head around the adult’s shoulder and mumble the correct animal noise, then retreat behind his fortifications again.
He’s much more open-minded about the ice cream. Jack sporadically used the word “please” by winter’s end, but fresh ice cream at the farm taught him to use it consistently.
“How do you ask nicely?”
“Peez….Peez. Peez! PeezPeezPeezPeeeeeeeze!”
After we got home the Man prepped dinner, helped with baths, spot-cleaned the kitchen floor, tidied the whole downstairs, and did the dishes. I love him and I missed him.