Wednesday, August 3rd, 1977-in which the teddy bear is caught with toast in bed and Pete spends some time with Nature

Pete says there are are crumbs in his bed because as soon as we leave the house, Taybear jumps in his bed and eats toast.  But Taybear has promised not do do it anymore.  It was over a hundred again today and humid.  We slept late and put on as few clothes as possible.  Then I gave Pete a nice cool bath-not too deep.  I intended to take one afterwards and wash my hair but Pete wanted to go outside so he talked me out of it.  We both dressed (I wore a long sleeved shirt and jeans, Pete his long pants and a tank top) so as not to burn, and we took out Pete's "instruction" (he can't say "construction") toys that Dad gave him for Christmas.  We moved loads of dead leaves, bark, and dandelions and built "a trap for monkeys".  We played hide and seek in the jungle with his little stack up men.  Then we went inside for lunch.  Pete had some watermelon I cut up for him (he likes the seeds all taken out) and I had a liverwurst sandwich.  Pete's very excited because he can say "that hard number, thirteen".  And he can say "thirty" now-he'd been having trouble with the "th".  We didn't take our naps till 3:00pm and I set the alarm for 4:30pm so I could turn on Pete's programs.  He took his nap in the living room with his pillow on the beanbag chair-no blanket, too hot.  He watched "Sesame Street", "Mr. Rogers", and "Electric Company" (Spiderman was on today).  We watched part of (undecipherable-PL) about bi-lingual education because Pete liked "th school part".  Then we went out again.  This time with his fire engines Dad gave him and his airplanes.  We watched a tiny spider climbing blades of grass and drifting between them-for a few moments his thread got stuck on my finger but I transferred it to another blade of grass-and listened to the birds singing in the sycamore, but we couldn't see them.  Daniel came home and Pete ran to meet him.  He told Pete he'd been working in the mint fields all day (mint is supposed to be one of the most profitable crops grown here and the farmers have their own bees for pollination-each bee board branded with the owners mark.  There's even some theft of bee boards too). Yesterday's Argus had an article about the Fire Department's Emergency Medical Technicians/  I'm saving it for Carol Carr as she had a part in training them.  She still hasn't decided on whether to go back and visit her Dad (critically ill with cancer) or not.  She can't afford to take all the children but might go alone on the bus.