Right now, my daughter is walking around the house with her bunny shoes on, waving a plastic bowl, knocking on doors and saying "hi" repeatedly, and with varying levels of enthusiasm, like someone practicing to do a commercial. Max's first two days of school this week will be shortened into halves because of the extreme heat, and today I spent three hours on a project for a friend from my distant past with whom I have recently renewed my acquaintance. I am tired and my stomach is vaguely upset.
This weekend past, I took the kids out of the house for the better parts of two days, so C could get some work done / some alone time. On Saturday, post-agrarian field trip with mom and breakfast for Shannon, we bailed and drove to Chattanooga, the better to see the Aquarium there, and be treated badly by their poorly trained staff. The aquarium itself is awesome (in the hundred million hot dog sense), don't get me wrong - the staff just sucks. Abby likes being right next to the glass of the tanks, while Max digs anything huge and ugly. Lampreys, eels, sharks, sturgeon, giant goddamn spider crabs - you name it, and he's excited to see it. He also informed me that he's "into seahorses." I personally liked the butterfly garden the best, but we all really liked the penguins - Abby bounced up and down in the stroller, squealing and clapping hands. Penguins never seem to do anything the easy way, and they were crazy active.
In the car on road trips is a wonderful time to draw people out on esoteric subjects. Max: "I like potato chips, because they remind me of Fall. The crispiness, and the sound is like when you walk on leaves under your feet." Wow. Potato chips are forever changed for me now.
The following day, we went out together again, hitting a comic store & the Science center. We also ate fish. Max rented Scooby-Doo Meets Batman. I haven't the heart to tell him. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go eat a pizza and read Annihilation: Conquest, because I am six issues behind. At least.