There are those moments as a parent when with a sudden jolt you realize things are curiously a bit too quite. You stop what you are doing and immediately go into recon mode setting out to uncover the mystery behind the household silence. Today, as I turned the corner prepared to walk out the front door on a search and recovery mission, I was startled to find our own resident mad scientist busy as could be creating a mechanical masterpiece. With brow furrowed deep in thought, to him it was of no consequence he was in his skivvies parked in front of a wide open front door. At six he is well versed in creating a closed circuit capable of making multiple buzzers, lights, and bells simultaneously alarm. A bright bulb this middle child of mine. Now if I can only get him to test out the mechanics of that crazy little lever on the toilet when done using it.
Bunny has this uncanny ability to make the funniest of faces. Drippy nose and all, I couldn't resist but give in to a request for a "fishy kiss". This girl of mine is at one moment loving and syrupy sweet, the next witty beyond her years, and at times stubborn with the conviction of Charlton Heston defending his right to bear arms. Parenting a child with such turbulent mood swings is nothing less than a full on carnival ride. But, come fall our house will be quite for the first time in seven years. Bunny will start kindergarten, a milestone of independence as she embarks on her educational quest. And while PapaMiller is concerned I may have lost my marbles, it is undeniable, I will miss the chaotic whirlwind following her from room to room. Thus, I have been busy embracing these last few days with just her at home. Only four more days of school and for The Menagerie 100 Days of Summer begins.
