I was out for a little while today, and when I returned, Weston excitedly showed me his 'project' on the deck. It is a pitcher with water, dirt and one of our two green tomatoes. The green tomatoes we have waited all summer for. The ones Lloyd jealously hovers over and inspects every day. He knows better, and I asked him why he had picked the tomato. He told me he wanted to 'see what would happen'. He thinks the tomato will grow, but I'm pretty sure that is not what's going to happen when Lloyd sees his precioussssss floating in the swamp.
Later, while I was getting Shane to sleep, Weston emptied a box of Triscuits and carefully placed them up and down the hallway, 'to add them'. I came out and told him I didn't want to see any more Triscuits on the floor, and then Shane started to fuss. I went back in to get Shane back to sleep, and when I came out, Weston had moved on from Triscuits to pages torn from relatively important documents. He called these his 'menus'. Shane didn't sleep long, and when he got up, I took off his diaper to change it. As soon as he was naked, he took off down the hall, selected his favorite menu, and peed about a gallon right on top of it.
Earlier in the week, I turned my back on Weston for about a jillionth of a second and he made a 'popsicle' in a glass out of water, applesauce, and a chunk of butter. He put a straw in it for a stick and it remains in the freezer. Anyone want to come over for a nice, cool treat? And for your reading pleasure, you can enjoy the alphabet, in big red chalky letters on our living room wall. I really think he's clever; I just wish sometimes he would be showcase his brilliance elsewhere.
Day seven. TRAGEDY STRIKES.
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