The Baron

Baron Von Whine-housen remains esconsed in the playroom this evening, perhaps, attempting to garner the required energy to bathe, prior to retiring for the evening. His cohort, this afternoon, Sir Tattles-A-Lot, eschewed the invitation to dinner, after dining upon two apples, half a peach served with the ubiqutious quarter of a jar of peanut butter, and returned to his domain slightly later than planned, but most assuredly, right on time.

So many things have occured to me this not-at-all-lazy afternoon, that playdates for kids inevitably end on a sour(ish) note - either hunger, pissiness, exhaustion or a combination of all three tend to leave the pre-K set strapped for a coping mechanism that doesn’t involve aggression. Like biting. And hitting. Spitting, even comes to mind here. While my two elite guests this afternoon refrained from totally mobbing each other, there certainly wasn’t a lack of baseballs being hit with a bat, striking me in the head. Twice, this occured, should you decide to keep score. One incident of major punching which resolved itself when The Baron got to go first at Candyland, as The Sir got to choose the game in the first place, skipping the coveted badmitten on the garden that His Heighness has preferred.

Yessir, we experienced a good deal of Door Slamming, Foot Stomping Rip Roaring Fun this afternoon, out here, on Longview Estates. Perhaps, in my haste to enjoy a gorgeous summer day, I inadvertantly set this in motion: a four mile walk with the estates own ponies -er- dogs, followed by three hours at the pool is quite a bit. Several runs through the sprinkler, while counting as today’s cleansing and relaxing bath, perhaps depleted us of the energy needed to do anything other than throw ourselves down on the rug, and have a good ol’ fashioned kicking and screaming fit.

Now, I’m allowing the Powers That Be (that would be ME) to dictate the remainder of our delicately settling evening - a cool glass of something liquid is in order, I believe, perhaps even with a little kick to it. Something more offending than ice, but less toxic that arsenic - with a side of benedryl for the Baron.