Garbage Cake

Today as I was cleaning the bathroom, I realized that the house was suspiciously quiet. For those of you who don't have kids, I want to say that when kids are quiet, it doesn't ALWAYS indicate that your child is doing something they know they aren't supposed to. But it usually ends up that way.

This was no exception. I had thrown away a cake that a friend had given us. It had sat on the counter a little too long and was super stale. Packer found it as he was riffling through the garbage (it was mostly on top) and thought he won the jack pot. By the time I found him, half the garbage cake was missing.

Jameson said Packer was gross. I said funny and determined.

After I took a picture, he realized he was caught, grabbed a giant handful and cake, and ran the opposite direction I was coming from.

Stuffing his face, and, seriously, the cake ended up everywhere in our house.

I am a pretty laid back mom, and honestly didn't care if he wanted to dig through the garbage for stale cake (I swear I feed my son). Cleaning up after Packer was pretty easy, and I am keeping my fingers crossed he didn't ingest some sort of nasty amoeba that gives him the runs.

However, I couldn't get too mad, because I have made far bigger messes that needed way more cleaning up when I was going after my own version of 'garbage cake'.

In the future, when I decide I just don't care, and must have _____________, I will try to ask myself, 'Is this garbage cake?' It might save me from some bad decisions . . .

Or not.

Good Book to Read: Warm Bodies by Isaac Marion. I am not quite through it, but such a grand idea that really carries surprisingly well.

Throwing Rocks in Water

Everyone has a happy place, and for most, it changes often depending on what we most want in a moment. However, I have found a new spot that is full of serenity. Not quite of the Hawaiian sunset viewed from a hammock strength, but it as close as I am ever likely to get at this stage of life.

So we go to Wheeler Farm like all the time. Seriously, at least once a week. It is free, there are farm animals and a park. Kind of a no-brainer since we live maybe 5 minutes away. They have this whole area behind the farm that is just  . . . cultivated wilderness? I don't know. It doesn't seem like the untouched wild to me, but I'm a little spoiled in that respect (Wyoming). Anyway, there is a dirt trail that people jog on. And trees. And a river/creek/brook.

We found the sweetest spot just this side of the little river/creek that runs through the farm where it slows down a feels a little bit safer to let a 2 year old near. Packer throws rocks in the water, and I sit and just enjoy the sound of a brook running by while I let all the sludge of days slide off my soul. It is a semi secluded area.

Please don't come and find me :)

Good Book to Read: The High Kind by Lloyd Alexander -- this is the final in the series and pretty fantastic.