My son Hugo is four. He surprised me by his awareness and curiosity about death last fall. He seems pretty perceptive for a little guy, and sensitive – at least as far as how death would immediately affect him. I was moved by his considerable fear when he hasn’t had much firsthand experience with loss. I’m still figuring out how to talk religion and philosophy with him, and I feel like I’m a little late on some things. So I broached the subject of Easter this week. Continue reading
Last night was a bit unusual. After suffering a super slow draining bathroom sink for months, I decided I was going to Take Care of that. I never managed to use the drain-o-like substance that I was nervous to have in my house but I was suddenly seized with the urge to take apart the trap under the sink and remove what must be a huge disgusting hairball from all my shedding.
Time is a hot commodity on weeknights, so I thought I’d take care of it real quick while Hugo was taking a bath. Did you burst out laughing at me yet?
We had a lovely time celebrating Easter with friends yesterday. Hugo mingled and played pretty nicely with the two other kids there (girls aged 3 and almost 4). It was a treat to listen to them talking since he hasn’t been able to converse for very long.
The highlight of the evening for me:
The girls put two dolls in a play stroller, attracting Go’s attention. He comes over and tries to take the stroller.
Go: “No! Mine! I want it.”