Walking Backwards

For some reason this entry was in draft form. I meant to publish it on Sunday:

The weekend is now almost over and, looking back, it seems like I should have more to show for all of the work that I feel like I've been doing. For me, the weekend starts on Friday because neither Nicholas or I have school nor do we usually have any scheduled activities and I think I have been working straight through. Friday I spent most of the day cleaning the house and playing with Mr. Nicholas (which is what he now prefers to be called) and doing the twelve tons of laundry I had piled up. We did make a side trip to the grocery store a little too close to naptime and that took about twice as long as it should have and was followed by a side-side trip to the ice cream parlor across the street. I bribe my child to behave. Friday night was uneventful. Saturday morning I woke up early and worked in the garden. When the boys got up and fed themselves we went to the super-behmoth home-improvement warehouse and picked up 48 feet of metal flowerbed border. We then proceeded home and I spent the better part of the day installing said flowerbed border under one of our trees. This was accompanied by much swearing. I asked Joe why I do all the yard-work to which he relplied "well, you actually care what it looks like". That evening we went to have dinner with friends and Nicholas was terrorized by their son who, while slightly younger than Nicholas, is twice Nico's size and has just entered into a wrestling phase. I'm hoping that it is just a phase because Nico normally loves going over their to play. We did find out later that the other child had foregone his nap for the day and was feeling especially contentious, so maybe that was it. Sunday, we cleaned out some of the stuff in the garage and went to yet another garden center to pick up a lime tree. Joe worked on his motorcycle and I studied. Not very exciting, I know, but an example of how our weekends at home typically go. There were some cute moments care of Nicholas that I should mention. When we were picking up oil from the mototrcycle shop, Nicholas walked around and declared to the showroom employee that he wanted a motocycle. It was kind of disheartening to the small one when the showroom guy laughed, I think. When we went to the garden center he would hide in the bushes and suprise people (unintentionally, of course) who were walking by. He has also taken to talking incessantly about anything. He will keep up a continuous stream of chatter all day even if it means that he has to start with just unintelligable babbble with random words interjected. Really, every waking moment. Everyone we encounter finds this fascinating and so adorable. Yeah, adorable.