Cynthileo
Cynthileo or Leothia?
Hmmmm. Well, whichever way you spell it, my eldest son and I are an awful lot alike. I was just telling my friend Beth last night (GREAT EVENING GUYS) that I have learned so much about myself---both good and bad---since having Leo. Now I don’t always want to admit that we are alike because he is damned difficult and incredibly stubborn and you know…..uh….that means I guess I am too. He also isn’t the most physically active guy by nature. Uh, me too. He’s pretty content to stay in the house and play. He’s also the one that at this point seems most interested in gardening.
Anyway, woke up a bit tired this morning and well, let’s face it…a tiny bit hung over (Matt and Beth are DANGEROUS friends) with a three day weekend lying ahead of me felt like I could be lazy. I sat and read all the political sites and blogs (Palin geez….) and happily drank coffeemilk. Ernie agreed that he felt like being lazy so we blew off the farmer’s market. By mid-morning I was still happily ensconced with my laptop but my husband started getting antsy so he cleaned up the kitchen. I continued to read. Then he offered to go pick up my mother’s prescriptions and maybe stop by the farmer’s market. “Sure,” I said as I continued to tap away on the computer. In the meantime I forced Leo off the playstation, tried to convince them to go outside to no avail. He Lego’d for awhile and then went up to the computer upstairs to do something. I sat here thinking about he really should be outside and then I realized that he’s just doing exactly what I’m doing. Doing exactly what he feels like doing…playing on the oomputer, feeling the warm breeze waft in and out of the windows. He really is my baby.
Owen on the other hand is completely unlike me in many ways. I really wish I were more like him sometimes. The other day as they were walking home he told Ernie he had to talk to our friend (and crossing guard) Becca. So he went over and asked her if he could come over to her house and play with her Lego (it’s not actually HER Lego, I assume it was her kids but they’re older now). Now at the age of six I could barely SPEAK to adults….much less come up with the idea that I wanted to go to their house and then confidently invite myself over. I would have died before asking even if I had desperately wanted to go. Amazing. Utterly amazing. Becca, kind soul that she is, said, “Oh, um sure Owen” and worked out a plan. Leo is going with him and they are WAY excited. All morning it’s been, ‘How much longer? How many minutes?”
I love my sweet peas and I admire them.