We walked all through town and took pictures and she theorized on the origins of certain species and sang songs and said hi to people and then talked a long time about how some people don't say hi back to her. One little boy rode by on his bike and when she said hi he said, "I know Judo!" She was pleased at that answer.
When we got close to the bay we could hear drums and were pulled to them like magnets. It turns out this group of people gathers on the pier in Baywood on Sundays and drums. I don't know if they know how much magic they created but I feel fortunate we got to be there.
Even though Sunny did fall down and scrape all the skin off her nose when we first got there and I had a heart attack over it. She recovered with a huge huge huge cookie from the cafe next door.
Here are the drummers.
This is when Sunny came to get me and said, "Mama, follow me! There's so much to learn!"
Cookie Face. You can't even see her nose owie. Perhaps I overreacted you are asking? NO! You should have heard this baby scream. Everyone in Baywood was worried and approved of the big sugar/chocolate injection as medicine. Mona is looking guilty here because she's the one that pulled Sunny off her stool resulting in the faceplant.
After Pat was done with bball he drove over to see the fun. I made him wear my hat because he was looking crispy.
This is Sunny's new friend. She calls him "New Friend." He called her "New Friend." They have no use for names.
Today is Sunday morning. They are drumming down there and I can't get it together enough to go. Pat's been in the bathtub for about an hour. The cat box smells really bad...still. Sunny is in her underwear watching tv...still. My back hurts a lot and I have a lot of work to do to get ready for dogwashing tomorrow. Scheduling. Van cleaning. Towel washing.
It seems wrong not to go to the drums.
But we are going to see the production of Pinocchio this afternoon. But, like Christy pointed out in her recent blogs, when it comes time to actually go...the momentum is gone or has churned into chaos.
Sunny has been having a lot of tantrums. A lot of tantrums. Not eating. Not sleeping. Wanting to be actually touching me all day every day. I have no perimeter of personal space. And she's whiny a lot. A lot of whining. And I'm finding myself yelling at her a lot. A lot of yelling. This is not what I thought it would be like. I thought we'd be having fun all the time. I thought I'd be the coolest Mom ever. For my birthday she vacillated from perfect angel to raving lunatic in a regular Ska-like rhythm. But not in a Bob Marley way. More in a Smash Mouth annoying way.
I have some very very amazing news to share with you all and I don't have the energy to do it right now. But God gave me a big birthday present that will enhance my search for the life stoke. It has to do with horses and specifically with me riding horses.
Now, Internets, I must leave you.