Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Perching, flitting and secret languages-our first family dinner

Today would have been Mom's 79th birthday. It's only fitting, then, that we had our first family dinner last night during which we all sat around the table together.


This was made possible by the letter J and the number 3...no, wait--crap, that was Sesame Street, not dinner.

Dinner together was made possible by Jewel's graduation from high chair to booster seat. Just as her brother decided by himself it was time to get out of the crib and into a big boy bed, Jewel just started climbing into big girl chairs to eat rather than her high chair. Taking the hint, we bought her another booster seat--her first is at her babysitter's house--and she's never looked back.

Being strapped in, she was a captive audience for dinner. Her brother? Eh, not so much, but he did stay at the table after field trips to pee, get books to read and find cards to play War with. In fact, he was still there, eating away, after the rest of us had departed. Mostly because he was still shredding cheese. Oh, did I mention that he had to go find a block of cheese to shred?

Mama was probably glad it didn't last too long since she was perched atop our tall bathroom stool for the duration. Yes, we do have enough chairs to go around, but no, don't ask me why they aren't all actually around the table. Despite the perching and flitting about, we had a fun time eating together.

For starters, we all like to eat, although 3B might like the socializing more than the eating...hence the books, the cards, and the side projects. We also all like to be together. 3B and Jewel have gotten to that point where they can make each other laugh, are developing inside jokes and will soon, I'm sure, have their own language. In addition, Mama had them out scootering around the lake and playground all morning, and that got everyone off to a good start.

It looks like it will be another beautiful day here--85 during the day, down to 60 or so at night--although without the dense fog of yesterday morning. Five degrees cooler on each end and it would be just like home, just like what Mom would taunt me with when I called to tell her about snow, sleet or sweltering heat. Just like what I would ride my bike through coming home from school.

For all these reasons and more, I'll be thinking of Mom on her day, today, but for now I've got to get on my bike and ride. Mom wouldn't want me to be late to work.


Papa Bradstein will ride 200 miles across Massachusetts in two days to help fight cancer. Please support his ride.

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