My son can still get his leather goth on and look good, which is what he did Sat. night, while I held down the fort.  “Held down” is mostly a euphemism for being there and attempting to sleep.  There are times I just let S wind down on his own and don’t risk triggering a bedtime meltdown, probably not the best approach, but I’m not always up to it.  I’m only a Propagatrix, after all.

Speaking of plants, Y and I hung out in the garden yesterday.  They like to help out.  Then they started chasing butterflies to capture and put in a terrarium they made, so when the latter die they can become earrings.  You’re only a kid once.  No vegetables died in the process, so that’s something.

E has been obsessed with baking cakes, cookies, sweet breads, and other confections that we can’t possibly consume fast enough for them!  I’m not sure what the underlying motivation is, if any, but the results are always impressive.

The other day K and I were observing S having one of his frequent fits, and K reminded me of his own childhood meltdowns and withdrawals, and how he has outgrown them to become a different person.  Good to keep in mind.

The weather has been a relief–not too hot or humid, with a hint of skeletons.