Write about: the bean.
Only two more box days to go! Hurray, hurray, hurray!
Can you tell I'm about ready to be done with them? Just a little? It's that time of year.
We're off for Bowen Island tomorrow morning for two nights. Kat's training is on Wednesday so we're going to take our time getting there, leaving plenty of room for stops for Max to get out and run around if he needs them.
After that we'll be in Vancouver for three nights, staying with some friends and visiting our old haunts. So we'll be back on Sunday, if all goes according to plan.
I'm scheduling a post for tomorrow, as I'm not sure what my internet access will be on Bowen. If there's no post on Wednesday it'll be because I couldn't get online, but things should return to normal on Thursday.
See you guys soon!
I was walking through the orchard the other day with Max, on our way back home from Kat's parents place to have dinner. Kat was with us too initially, but he was more interested in exploring than forward progress so she went on ahead to get food started.
He examined sticks and fallen apples, inspected weeds and leaves. Suddenly he rediscovered the joys of dirt.
"Make sand castle!"
I have no idea when he learned how to say that or what it meant, by the way. But we started making sand castles in the dirt - I'd form the tower, run a moat around it, and he'd destroy it.
"Make sand castle again."
So we did. At some point he was digging around in the dirt and found something interesting.
Now, he calls a lot of things beans. Most of them are not things we want him eating, generally seeds from trees or weeds or what have you. I held out my hand and asked to see it, wanting to make sure he didn't get whatever it was into his mouth before I had a chance to look at it. He obliged, emptying a fistful of dirt along with it.
I opened up my hand to see what he'd found... and then it moved.
I was not expecting that. At all. So I might have freaked out a little bit and dumped it on the ground. It took a second to find it again, but soon we were watching a little black beetle crawling away in a bit of a huff.
"That," I told Max as sternly as I could manage through poorly restrained laughter, "was not a bean."