Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Our Morning Routine

The past month has brought with it a predictable, though strange routine: Catch a mouse at night. Look up famous people's birthdays and name the mouse (this is The Queen Mother) Take it to Brookline and free it at the park in the morning. Twelve times so far. (except one we forgot to drop off so we freed it in the Ikea parking lot--there's lot's of greenery around. And one at Wellesley College in the forest next to Dower- That's gotta be mouse paradise). We found out it's illegal. But that's me, living on the edge. We seem to ONLY catch mice on the days where I'll be around the following morning to free it. 

But the point of this post is to show off my beloved WASA shirt, resewn for Noah (Leah made it a little big so that Noah can wear it a bit later... I let him wear it once for these pictures.) On the back it says "If we stand tall it is because we stand on the backs of those who came before us." 

When Noah runs, he runs with passion. Arms flapping, head forward, as fast as he possibly can go.

It seems that his snack was a hunk of bread. He likes it. I promise.

No, not an ad for Klean Kanteen. Just evidence of my need for coffee at the park.
Noah doesn't like having to leave. Saying goodbye to the mouse is also hard. But as we're walking back to our apartment, the rest of Boston is just waking up. Which feels good, somehow. 


Luke said...

Why is it illegal to name mice?

Concrete Gardener said...

You're asking the right questions, Luke. May just be something we'll never know.