One of the reasons we started a family blog oh-so-long ago (back before blogging was a thing) was to have a place to capture the little things. Sure it’s great for the big things too, but it’s the small, day-to-day occurrences that time slowly erodes from the memory.
So in that spirit, I wanted to note that Elliot and I had some serious quality time today, the likes of which have been few and far between as he continues his determined morphing into a teenaged boy and I have no interest in Team Fortress Two or Epic Rap Battles.
This afternoon, we read aloud and discussed the first few acts of Macbeth. I think he particularly enjoyed it because I let him read Duncan’s lines in his over-exaggerated Christopher Watkin impersonation. Then, after dinner, we sprawled out on the living room rug and played a game of chess. For those of you familiar with Elliot, you may well gasp that he A) asked to play a board game in the first place and B) played without quitting or reverting to his own version of Calvin Ball. You won’t be surprised to hear that he did very well or that he taught me a few of the rules I was unfamiliar with.
While we played, Meredith sat in Great-Aunt Marion’s wicker/cane rocking chair, spinning stuffing into yarn, and providing delightful company.
It was a lovely, little evening.