I got up a little early to finish reading The Third Policeman, which I had borrowed from my brother and wanted to return to my parents today.
But the day really started with Chuck making hash brown and eggs. He started this before August woke up, and I was the one to greet August at the bedroom door when awoke. The first thing August did when he looked out was point down the stairs and sign more when he heard the potato grinder. So he came down and got to watch more of it.
After that, August spent time in the morning playing with Carly’s box of tea and brushing his teeth for a long time. I remember this because at the end of the day I found three bags of tea and his toothbrush in my pockets.
We all spent a lot of time organizing and cleaning and preparing in the morning, then guests started to roll in. First, Rick as we were playing out in the driveway and then around noon my parents showed up.
We hung out in the house, and around 1:30 August took a nap.
Once two rolled around and the crowds showed up we were pulled every which way. August met Benna, Logan, and John (who he had also seen at dinner on Tuesday).
He was also really excited about Hattie – not because he necessarily interacted more, but because he could say her name. At one point I asked ‘Do you want to find Hattie?’ and he got excited and kept saying Hattie. We went downstairs to find her, but ended up playing with Benna in the sandbox. The water wars flared again at this point so Misty, who had been with Hattie at the other end of the porch, disappeared. We caught up with them eventually back upstairs.
During the party Cherie gave August a new red spatula all his own. He was very excited by that. He was also really excited by crackers. He had Wheat Thins and Cheez-its in the car yesterday, and today he had Ritz and Triskets. It looks like Triskets are his favorite.
What else happened during the party? Vivian loved it. She loved the water fight. She was upset for a minute when she got sprayed in the face, but quickly rebounded and was back in the game.
It was harder for Thatcher. Earlyish in the party, when I was first doing some photographing, I spotted him in the back door is the garage. After taking his photo, he said ‘I’m having a bad day’. I took him in the garage and tried asking him what was wrong and if I could help, but all he would say is I’m having a bad day. Andrea soon came along and took him inside. He then fell asleep for a nap. When he came back out he did better. At the end of the party he was playing with these balsa planes and wrapping himself in the tent to avoid the water fight.
Also, during the party August started to really clearly start saying ‘Hi’. He had kind of done it a few times the last couple days, but polished it during the middle of the party when he was at his most social.
After the party was over, clean up began. August saw a broom and wanted to help with the sweeping. Carly and Cherie got out a plastic dustpan so he could join in the fun. That eventually turned into a game of throw the dustpan into the garbage.
Derek and Carly (and Hank) had a good water fight to finish things up, then we cleaned up down below. my parents helped pick up water balloons, and Vivian and August helped with the water guns and bubble supplies. August was first helping by kind of randomly taking an object from one box or spot to another, but I found I could point to an object and point to a box and he would get it to the right place. Or if I said ‘put this in the sand box’ he would walk across the patio and knew where and what the sandbox was.
Eventually we said goodbye to my parents and Carly went upstairs to help with Colin and Vivian. I had been out front with August before my parents left, watering plants and playing with the hose, when August seemed to start complaining about his feet. He had been barefoot all day, so perhaps a sliver, or just roughed up soles. Anyway, he was hungry and wanted in his high chair (earlier he had done something similar, asking Chuck to put him in his chair), so he ate some broccoli, followed by a couple Triscuits. He then sat in my lap as he finished the last cracker and we looked at a book. He was still holding up his feet as if they were bothering him. I took him up for a bath, but he was clearly tired, and started calling for ‘mama’ as soon as I started to undress him. It was a short bath and Carly came in and took him off to bed, where he fell asleep quickly.
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