Outings

I finally found a way to stay under a c-note at Costco: declare everything except butter, eggs and bread off limits. So when you (predictably) break your vow, swayed by an enticing end display of smoked meats you're still under $40.

Win!

Fuss' comment on the flag snapping in the perpetual LOVR breeze:

"Dada, that's flag's happy."

We got a bit of a late start because he insisted on pulling weeds, which led to insisting on turning on the fountain and it was such a mild, lovely day how could I refuse even knowing he'd end up soaking wet from head to toe.

It'd been a while since we ran the Buddha head and filling it up agitated a bunch of complacent ants, some of whom found their way onto Fuss' feet and legs. Every time he noticed one he ran over and made me pick it off. I liked how his first response to the miniature invasion was to call in dada to help, standing frozen until the invaders had been dealt with.

It's easy to be annoyed with that sort of thing (and sometimes they do annoy me), but when there's nothing else going on and you're both just relaxing in the yard and it's a warm sunny day in February with enough of a sea breeze to hear the ocean by, it's nice that your child needs you.

Even when it's just to flick an ant off a chubby kneecap.