November
26, 2003
Buddi woke with Sky
in his arms again,
*At least she’s dry
this time* He thought as he pulled the child closer to give her more warmth. He
watched her sleep a little longer, then looked up as
the door opened.
“I see the two of
you, called a truce.” Buddi nodded and asked with his eyes if he could have
stay right where he was even for just a little longer. Thinking about it first,
Ursa let him go after he told her he would train for an hour longer than
normal.
“Buddi, I was
thinking of letting you off today anyways. I need you to watch her again.” He
nodded.
“And I DON’T want a
repeat of the last time.” Buddi nodded and agreed he didn’t want it either, he
just hoped the child wouldn’t be like she was then.
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Covering a yawn, I
looked at the three rooms that had been put up and what walls were about ready
to be painted. All I had to do was make the hall to take it to what use to be a
play house, and get those rooms done. They the kids could paint while I did
that part. Joy had told me she wanted to splatter paint her room with
pastels. I had to laugh at that idea. I
had never heard of it, and agreed. She also wanted a rug, that she wanted to
hand make, I was surprised on how involved she was with this. The others were
as much, but she was. She seemed to love all the hands on. So finding all the
scrap yarn that I had, I showed her several ways that she could weave herself a
rug or two. Joy was loving that so much that she went around asking if anyone
else wanted any, when they said no, she went into making her own certain. This
was something that I would have to keep in mind. Joy liked hands on things.
Loved working with her hands.
“Mamma, can I do
some?” Joy asked tugging on my leg, I handed her the hammer and let her go at
it for a little while with me. The others hadn’t as much interest in it,
though. They had all told me later that they wanted to stay together. That they would be lonely. Joy said that she just enjoyed
working on it. I had to laugh though, and told her that she should have had the
first pick, but instead she would be the first to paint hers, and to move into
it as well. Joy grinned at that though.
“Watch what your
doing, Sweetheart, You could hut yourself if you don’t pay attention.” I
cautioned she had looked up and almost hit her hand with the tool that she had.
“Sorry,”
“That’s
alright, just be careful.” I said giving her a tight squeeze. I hoped
that the boys would be like this with their own rooms. But I couldn’t be to
sure about that one though they were hard to read at times. Joy and I both worked together getting a frame
for the first halls done. I was checking one of the boards making sure it was
in good and tight, and she snuck up behind me taking little bit of mud and
clobbering me with it.
“You
little!” I called out
chasing her around a little, after getting hold of her and tickling her until
she called truce. The two of use worked awhile longer before I told her that we
had done enough for the night. She had been disappointed and wanted to keep
going. I got to her level and spoke.
“Baby, if I keep
going, I’m going to drop right here in the mud.” She laughed as she put her
thing up, and headed inside. I followed. At dinner, I told the children that
who was able to help must help use tomorrow, cause there was no way that Joy
and I could hold the frames, and get them up ourselves,
“You will help Timba
Ian,” I told him when he started to protest.
“You help or you
don’t work in your workshop for a week.” He started to open his mouth. “I’ll
put a lock on it, and keep a key on me.” I warned. He shut his mouth Timmy
loved being in that workshop inventing things. He had one that he though the
Barbic’s would love, Buddi mostly. It was a spear that could practically throw
its self, and was light weight enough that someone really small could lift it,
but once it was embedded, it stayed there until you hit a hidden button on the
contraption. He looked at me with begging eyes.
“Before you go, I
have an idea, why don’t you see what kinds of things that you can invent for
your room itself.” He smiled at me before taking off.