All alone
My parents left this morning, leaving Henry and me alone to roam the house wondering exactly who was going to entertain us until Dave gets home. After a week and a half, I've become completely spoiled by having two other people looking after Henry. Finally, we settled in the kitchen, Henry with a measuring cup, me with a whisk, and both of us filled with a sense of high adventure. We made pumpkin pancakes. They tasted like heaven. Henry insisted on serving the pancakes and the syrup because he's such a dictator gentleman.
After breakfast we lounged around kiddie-pool-side in the backyard with Megan and Leo, and then all by ourselves. While Henry played with the hose and a couple of cups, I folded laundry, finished knitting a dishcloth, and started a new book. It was one of the most subdued and relaxing afternoons Henry and I have spent together all summer. When you imagine what idyllic summer afternoons in small town America are like, I think we pretty much hit the nail on the head today. I was even wearing a skirt.
I'm off to bake an apple pie.
Not really.