This morning, Oliver offered to help me write the shopping list. He dictated the following:
- watermelon
- salad for Daddy and Mama
- pineapple pancakes
- pie for lunches
- cereal for some dinners
- And, some day can we see some whales?
This morning, Oliver offered to help me write the shopping list. He dictated the following:
The latest addition to our family is Piper, an eight-week old goldendoodle puppy. We picked her up on Monday, June 15. Griffin and Maggie describe her like this:
We just got a puuuuuppppy!!!! She is a goldendoodle and she is a really great sweet dog. We named her Piper and she loves to play but doesn’t really like her crate yet. Piper loves outside, especially the bush. And she loves digging besides the house. She sleeps a lot and she rarely barks unless she’s scared. She is the cutest thing ever!
The “bush” that they mention is a clump of phlox at the edge of our yard; she likes to nap in the shade there, nearly invisible.
We had been idly considering a dog at some point in the next few years, but were in no rush. Like many people during the pandemic, however, we realized that the requirements of social distancing and a summer without many of our usual activities is an excellent time to focus our energy on a new project. Puppies are a lot of work, but we’re enjoying the journey so far.
Pictures from our first few days together followed by two short video clips:
Hi there. Today was an awesome day! We woke up at 7:30. We did our video games. Then we had an awesome breakfast of waffles, eggs, sausage, and raspberries. After that we went to SPA (my dad’s school) and my dad went into the building while we played in our hammocks. Then my dad went home with Oliver and made a picnic lunch. Then they came back and we had made a caterpillar home! Then we rolled down the big hill and went home 🏡.
Oliver is nearly half way through his fourth year. As such, he is changing even more rapidly than his siblings. This post is a summary of things we have observed recently.
Some additions from Griffin and Maggie:
The following is a conversation that I had with Oliver as I was helping get him ready for bed tonight.
<I’ve just brought in the top to the pajama bottoms he picked out.>
O: Oh, Mama! You found the match! How did you find that?
M: It was in your pajama bin at the bottom!
O: I LOVE those pajamas. They look like a Christmas tree. Hey, Mama. Why did you take down the Christmas tree?
M: It was dead, and all the needles were falling off. Plus it’s not Christmas anymore!
O: When will it be Christmas? Tomorrow?
M: No, it’s a loooong way away.
O: On Thursday?
M: No, it’s many months away. Let’s count: April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December. That’s 9 months. That’s a long time.
O: So next Saturday?
M: No, months have about 30 days in them, so that’s 270 days away! That’s a lot!
O: Like this many? <holds up both hands>
M: No, that’s only ten. See, we’re only in spring, which is a season and another way we mark time. Spring is when all the plants come alive. Then it will be summer, which is another season, when it’s warm, and we can go swimming outside. And then it’s fall, when the leaves fall off the trees and we get to pick all the food we grew in our garden over the summer.
O: <squeals> I LOVE OUR GARDEN! Can we have an ONION TREE?!?
M: Wow, an onion tree?
O: <excitedly> YES! It will grow and grow and then we’ll get to pick the onions that are hanging!!
M: That would be really great. But onions don’t grow on trees. They grow in the ground!
O: <surprised face> Oh!! Then we will just grow them in the ground, and then hang them in the trees, and then we will pick them from the trees!
M: Alright! That sounds like a plan.
O: Can we also plant a sausage tree?
M: Well, sausages don’t grow.
O: How about a hot dog tree?
M: Also not a plant.
O: Ok, then we will grow a bunny cookie tree that will have bunny cookies hanging from the branches, but it will just be pretend.
M: That sounds good, honey.
<30 minutes later as I’m saying goodnight after tucking him in>
O: So will we plant our garden tomorrow afternoon?
M: Not quite, love. In a few weeks.
O: In the afternoon?
M: We can do it in the afternoon.
O: I love you, Mama.
M: I love you, too, Bug.
Oliver, while inhaling noisily: “I’m drinking the wind!”
Oliver <stomping into the dining room, confidently>: “I am a woman who eats waffles!”