inklingfair So I’m down with a virus, again – but on the bright side, the last time this happened was in December, so I’ll take the break.
I caught up with Ribi last week and over the weekend – breakfast before work on Tuesday which led to plans for a Sunday playdate. Both were hurried and had far more interruptions than talk time than the dates we had back when we were both without kids. But I’m grateful for chances to witness and be witnessed. Like the “work” interview which was really an excuse to visit A and catch up on the last half decade with little Z underfoot. The hurry abbreviates small talk. We have to speed through parents’ deterioration and friends’ miracle pregnancies and plans of postgraduate degrees between feeding the kids and telling them to share and preventing them from poking each other’s eyes out with rolling pins and wooden knives.
Their apartment was cozy and bright. I wondered if we should start to move out, too – but then feelings will be hurt if we didn’t spend at least a year sending Amy to Mom’s friend’s school. Which is a wonderful school, to be fair. Amy passed their evaluation with flying colors – except for the following simple instructions bit. She put together puzzles and identified missing objects in pictures, but didn’t want to raise her hand when asked. She understands instructions very well, she just follows in her own sweet time, when she feels like it. Not a compliant cookie, Amy. We’re lucky she liked the puzzles.
Josh is in Iloilo until Thursday for a Bambike tourism project and has been sending photos of deserted beaches and sun-soaked vistas. Unmanicured foliage with palms and bushes and bougainvilleas growing as they wish. Maybe when Amy is a bit older (and mellower than she is now), we’ll bring her with us.
