The Rock Home Companion
As you know, I love Garrison Keillor, and as it is always best to emulate those you want to be like, on Mondays I am starting my own version of the news from Lake Wobegon, all except for we have no lake – only a middlin’ goldfish pond out back, surrounded by dead black-eyed susans and visited by the constant cold concrete goose-pot full of dying petunias.
Since this day is going to be devoted to what I want to record for my far-away family, please know that I’ll be posting things within the full spectrum of my depressive goofiness, such as this amazing song.
I realize that if you’re not my little sister or little brothers, this may not be as enjoyable to you, unless of course you grew up with the Simpsons as we did coupled with hymnals, porch-singing, and all-state choir, arguing over who got to sing alto.
Today, from the Rock Home Companion:
This is the second day of my life that I have a 2 year old, a 3 year old, and a 4 year old! Jude, my three year old, is extra needy for the Mama kisses this week with two brothers having birthdays. My baby, Ian, turned two yesterday, that sweet third-born who could live off a hug. If all babies acted like that one, I’d have two more by now. My oldest, Isaac, turns five on Wednesday. He’s such a curious hunk, always wanting to learn, especially to teach what he’s learned.
I’m really excited to see him again this year in his pre-school’s book parade. Instead of dressing up for Halloween, they dress as their favorite book character. Last year Isaac was Theodore Roosevelt as a little boy.
Here’s a current picture of him with a zucchini from our forgotten garden. Doesn’t it look like it could turn around with a big set of lips and say, “Feed me!”
In other news, I talked about how organizing a toy closet gave me a little perspective on my muse over at Blissfully Domestic’s Blissful Creating today. Check it out.
I love y’all.