My Family

The sun rose this morning on frosty lawns and rooftops. Breakfast for the boys was milk, raisins, cream cheese and baguette. I had coffee. Basil though was coughing and puking. (I had to cancel my Wednesday at the Cathedral. I've been doing work for Fr. John one day a week.) After Anselm Samuel was off at school Basil and I played with blocks. Then we played with plastic animals. My fave is the longhorn bull. If I was a rancher I'd raise longhorns.

After play time, and when it seemed to me that Basil was not seriously ill (he hadn't puked since breakfast), we went to the Home Depot to buy a bird feeder, seed, and some cleaning supplies. Then we went grocery shopping. Basil took the plastic animals (his favorite today was a pink piglet.) with us on our shopping trip. When we got home Basil and I made Rice Krispie Treats with M&Ms. Basil did the measuring. He learned the hard way that a 2 quart package of marshmallows does not fit in to a 1 quart measuring cup. As luck would have it there was a broom nearby. After that it was time for a wee nap. While basil slumbered I had a bit of French roast with heavy cream, and started getting supper together.

I baked a chicken with onions, garlic, pumpkin, and squash all in one big pot for supper. While it was cooking Basil awoke, and both Anselm Samuel and Athanasia came home. Anselm had homework. Basil had distracting to do.

After supper the boys and I walked up to the library. It was drizzling. (Thank God it has been raining the last few days. The water levels have been so low all winter.) We checked out some picture books for the boys, and Dean Koontz novel for me. (I better hurry with it. Lent is almost here.) On the way there and back I charged the corn cob with a blend of burley and black cavendish. It was a pleasant walk. Athanasia remained indoors, knitting a baby blanket for a friend who is due next month.

When we got home she was already in bed. I ran the boys quickly through their bedtime routine, and they are in bed now, too. I have Koontz and some other reading to do, and a bit of the Christmas porto to drink, and then I shall hit the hay, too.