I asked Ruby to wash and then hard boil two dozen farm-fresh eggs. She came to me when she’s was finished washing them.
“You washed them really well?”
“You’re sure? You got all the poop off?”
“That was poop?!?! I thought it was just dirt! I touched that!”
Mmm, yes. Poop. Funnier still was when Elliot, without missing a beat, piped up. ” They’re eggs, Ruby. They come from chickens. First the chicken lays the egg, then it poops on it!”
I realized tonight I’ve been negligent in the training of Stellan. I took him into the bathroom stall with me, told him where to stand. He moved. Redirected him back to his spot. He moved. Redirect. Decide this was not nearly so urgent and wish I’d had waited until we were home. Persist. Redirect, redirect, redirect. Catch him as he drops to his knees and heads under the stall door. Redirect. Done. Chase after him as I wash my hands.
Oh. My. Word. Next up: training 101 for Stellan. I always have extra hands to help. Entertain. Chase… He doesn’t obey! Not cool.
He can, however, walk a mile and a half, then throw a fit when I insist he ride in the wagon. His stubborn steak is a mile long. This doesn’t not bode well for me.
This week I’ve had eye appointments (new glasses ordered!), friends over, more friends over, and tomorrow I have a dentist appointment. I thought no co-op would mean slowing things down. So far… No. I am exhausted.