Some Saturdays are Easy
The church had its annual rummage sale this Saturday.
My mom, the toddler and I braved the cold and the crowds to buy some new toys. The toddler picked out some Matchbox cars and a remote-controlled fire truck. I found a wooden bin filled with activity books and crayons, a roll of butcher paper and some old View-Master reels.
Whoever assembled the books in the wooden bin had good taste. There's a dry-erase workbook in there with lines for tracing letters, a blank composition book and plenty of Star Wars stickers. Well worth the $2.50 I paid for everything. The toddler parked himself at my desk for over an hour, writing and drawing and pressing stickers everywhere. While he worked, I sewed some more folios for my new art journal.
We looked through the View-Master. The toddler grew bored of the Disney stories but became captivated by a reel about the 1969 moon landing.
"I want to watch a movie about this," he gasped.
We went to the library and had lunch in its little cafe. I found two books: a graphic memoir titled Flying Couch and the essay collection on writing I've been meaning to read. No one had a temper tantrum or a meltdown. Back at home, the baby went down for a nap without crying and the toddler went back to his stickers. I snapped some photos of him in the afternoon light.
The forecast is calling for heavy snow on Monday night. There's a chance we'll all be housebound by Tuesday. But after a day like today, being stuck inside with my boys seems like far from the worst thing in the world.