These posts are all-kinds of out of order and somewhat stream of consciousness, so I thought I'd start this one with a bit of a funny-ha-ha.
A few weeks ago, I was walking from the kitchen to the front hall. Past the basement door. The basement happens to be where Finnegan, Lad's-unwelcome-because-of-my-allergies-but-still-very-well-loved dog, sleeps.
As I walked by, the door opened. Lad was carrying Finn up to go outside after waking up. (Since then Finn has gotten so big that he is rarely carried upstairs anymore, and I JUST HAD MY CARPETS CLEANED, softly sobbing). In the blink of an eye, I turned just-so, to probably let the basement dweller (and yes, that would be Lad who usually sleeps with the dog in the basement) know that I was there, as in DON'T HIT ME IN THE FACE WITH THE DOOR.
Maybe I thought I could sneak by without getting bopped in the face. Just as I turned, Finn's nose peeked around the door at eye level and he inserted his snout and tongue into my "I'm here"-speaking mouth.
Well, GOOD MORNING.
I don't think we could recreate that if we wanted to. Oh, and to be clear. I don't wanna get French kissed by Finnegan again, so no recreating necessary.
* ATTENTION, ATTENTION: Bathroom nonsense aside, Harry is difficult. He's attention seeking. Big time. He probably needs attention because he's been starved of it. Of course he often goes about it all wrong.
When we went to the beach, he asked to carry the bag full of buckets and shovels to the car. He wanted to rinse his feet in the faucet, but it made no difference. He didn't come to the hotel with pool shoes so we left his high tops in the car. He was going to get sandy all over again even if he rinsed his feet. He still had to walk down the long, sandy path to the car. He climbed a fence that overlooked some marshy area. We were almost to the car. He looked at us repeatedly over his shoulder to try to get us to notice that he was indeed climbing a fence.
I realized that he no longer had the nice mesh bag that held years of accumulated beach toys that he'd insisted on carrying.
At last I instituted a 'quiet place' rule. Breakfast: 7 am. The bus: 7:27. Clothes out the night before. Prepped lunches in advance. I gave each boy a spot to sit in if they woke before 7. Larry - the study. Harry - the living room across from the study.