Dawn!!
Who made a lovely guess, CONGRATULATIONS!! And please don’t forget to contact me about your prize! Appearing here as guest blogger! You may even use as much punctutation as you want!
However, I have to tell you that you still guessed WRONG, in fact everyone guessed WRONG!!
It was the paneer.
So you have been warned, at least about paneer. DON’T leave it in your fridge opened for five weeks or so, or YOU WILL REGRET IT.
Regrets.
I’ve had a few.
Not really, actually.
Except I do regret not picking up the slatty-thing that keeps the mattress from falling down in Eric’s new Big Boy Bed, because that forgetting caused us to have to make Yet Another Trip To Ikea today.
And I have a sinking feeling that I will highly regret having a Bed Without Bars On It At All for Eric, as I am guessing that the ensuing sense of freedom will be quite enthralling for him. He already has me trained to allow him to go to sleep on my bed, a bed that is approximately a gazillion feet wide when you’re Eric’s size but that still is apparently not big enough when you are a small restless person who likes to sit up a lot while sleeping and then fall back again in any position that asserts itself, causing said small restless person to fall off said bed and wake up, sliding slowly, sleepily, and stealthily down the stairs to where the Center of the Universe (aka “Mama”) is busily pecking away at the keyboard.
Still, it was fun, as usual, to build his bed, but first we had to build my new Ikea dresser to replace the hand-me-down I have been using since 1982, and I figure it’s about time I had some grown-up furniture, you know? And the dresser came with a helpful manual for putting-together that was about as thick as a Harry Potter book and about as entertaining.
Eventually, though, we fell into a rhythm. Nathaniel played with Eric on my bed while Serena and I put the thing together. Later Nathaniel went downstairs and began cooking dinner. Upstairs we built drawers, six of them, step by step, while downstairs we could hear pots and pans clanking and vegetables being chopped. Usually I am the one making those sounds and the feeling was indescribable knowing that I had capable children doing useful work, a family moving together in rhythm to create things of beauty. Eric played with the pillows on my bed and sang, so I know he felt it too.
And later he sat quietly and held screws until I needed them, handing them silently to me one by one.
[tags]contest, paneer, Ikea, families[/tags]
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