Young Master Paul has become an amazing little boy in the last 11 months or so. Smiling up a storm, babbling to us and himself, clapping his hands, laughing at private jokes, scooting around on the floor, "Dada" was his first word and remains a favorite, etc., etc. I find most aspects of parenthood to be far more pleasurable than I would have thought a year ago. Who woulda thunk it? But I digress.
Back to the soldiering. I made myself take some time off late yesterday afternoon and following dinner for some relaxing painting down here in Zum Stollenkeller. And it was wonderful! The paint flowed almost effortlessly, and completing a just few small details seemed to make the final sixteen figures come alive. Go figure! Next up, I'll be seeing red as I work to finish the figures this week before the Grand Duchess flies to a conference on Thursday, leaving the men at home to hold down the fort. That means, of course, that it will be a busier than usual few days for me as I care for Young Master Paul solo, but the evenings will be free for painting after his bedtime. I only hope I won't be too fatigued to contemplate picking up a paintbrush. We'll see I guess.
On a totally unconnected note, I'm taking the Grand Duchess to see the B52's here in town on Wednesday evening. THAT should be lots of fun! Don't usually get too many big name rock acts in our neck of the woods, so we can't wait. Love shack baby!