Weekend Follies
Aug. 11th, 2003 09:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ciroccojTo add to the Death Count: among the 'people' I know who've died in the last year is our friends Todd and Susan's dog Luria, last fall, and people I don't know: Gregory Hines, 57, died today of cancer.
The fun just never ends.
Other than that, it's actually been a pretty good day. Dropped Chris off at the airport, came home, puttered about, watched a road crew with both kids, washed and filled our wading pool (let me just say that the scummy film that develops on a pool that's been sitting out two days is oogy to the nth degree), did some paper games, listened to Les Miz, read some Elfquest, and overall had a good day.
A few down-sides: Daniel got his finger caught in a door by Cameron, one of his friends. Well... kind of former friend. Daniel beat the crap out of him a few weeks ago, and the kid is understandably nervous around him. So every time Daniel does anything remotely untoward, Cameron gets freaked out and Daniel gets in trouble.
In part I think this is perfectly natural, but in part I think it's due to Cameron's rather passive-aggressive mother. Chris and I were pretty horrified, but Cameron's dad was pretty nonchalant about the whole beating incident. It all came about from a misunderstanding - some of the other kids told Daniel that Cameron was hitting them - and Cameron's dad pretty much just said, Boys will be boys, this kind of thing happens. But Cameron's mother... feh. The less said about her, the better.
Anyway. So now Daniel gets in trouble almost every time he's around Cameron. And today Cameron slammed his finger in the door and tore off a little tiny chunk near his nail. Poor guy.
Much weeping and gnashing of teeth. Much hugs and cuddles and comforting. And one nice thing: Khoi, the kid next door, who's been a bit of a bully with Daniel, was actually pretty nice. Kept him company, drew with chalk on the pavement with him, and made him feel a little better. Hm.
Oh and the other not-so-nice part of our day: Justin and I made spaghetti for dinner, and Daniel, lost in his own world as usual, spilled his whooole plate, tomato sauce and all, on the way to the table. All over the only rug we own. The white rug. The white rug from Morocco.
What the hell, the thing is falling apart anyway and I'm itching for an excuse to get rid of it. But still.
The fun just never ends.
Other than that, it's actually been a pretty good day. Dropped Chris off at the airport, came home, puttered about, watched a road crew with both kids, washed and filled our wading pool (let me just say that the scummy film that develops on a pool that's been sitting out two days is oogy to the nth degree), did some paper games, listened to Les Miz, read some Elfquest, and overall had a good day.
A few down-sides: Daniel got his finger caught in a door by Cameron, one of his friends. Well... kind of former friend. Daniel beat the crap out of him a few weeks ago, and the kid is understandably nervous around him. So every time Daniel does anything remotely untoward, Cameron gets freaked out and Daniel gets in trouble.
In part I think this is perfectly natural, but in part I think it's due to Cameron's rather passive-aggressive mother. Chris and I were pretty horrified, but Cameron's dad was pretty nonchalant about the whole beating incident. It all came about from a misunderstanding - some of the other kids told Daniel that Cameron was hitting them - and Cameron's dad pretty much just said, Boys will be boys, this kind of thing happens. But Cameron's mother... feh. The less said about her, the better.
Anyway. So now Daniel gets in trouble almost every time he's around Cameron. And today Cameron slammed his finger in the door and tore off a little tiny chunk near his nail. Poor guy.
Much weeping and gnashing of teeth. Much hugs and cuddles and comforting. And one nice thing: Khoi, the kid next door, who's been a bit of a bully with Daniel, was actually pretty nice. Kept him company, drew with chalk on the pavement with him, and made him feel a little better. Hm.
Oh and the other not-so-nice part of our day: Justin and I made spaghetti for dinner, and Daniel, lost in his own world as usual, spilled his whooole plate, tomato sauce and all, on the way to the table. All over the only rug we own. The white rug. The white rug from Morocco.
What the hell, the thing is falling apart anyway and I'm itching for an excuse to get rid of it. But still.
