Mowed/edged lawn in the morning. Visited model homes in afternoon.
While Rebecca took her afternoon nap, some jerk rang the doorbell, despite the No Soliciting sign on our door. To keep him from ringing it again, I opened the door and told him we had a baby napping and to please just go away. But Rebecca was already awake, so my wife trotted out and gave him a tongue-lashing.
Later in the day, the guy had the gall to come back while we were outside in the evening. That time I actually chased him off our property.
It’s not this specific guy that I was upset with, but the fact that they keep coming. Our first week in the house, we must’ve had two dozen salespeople ring our bell or knock on the door, at least six of them in one day. We have a strict policy of never buying anything from anyone who knocks on our door (only known exception is local children with fundraisers for school). After putting up the sign, they slowed down a bit, but that also might have been because they’d all already been here. But they keep coming back. One company has its salespeople come through the neighborhood every two weeks. The local Avon lady finally quit leaving her catalogs on our porch after we complained to the company on environmental grounds. If their product/service is something I want/need, I’ll find it at the store or in the phone book.
At the model homes, we had a good time, especially Rebecca. She likes to trot around exploring on her own. I tracked her into a small bedroom and found her sitting at a desk with an open notebook and a pencil, trying to write. The pencil was just for display and hadn’t been sharpened. So my wife got a pen out of her purse and Rebecca drew for a little bit. When we returned home, I found a notebook and a pencil and Rebecca drew for a bit. She doesn’t try to draw on the table or walls or furniture; just paper. Of course, I supervise her closely.
I was impressed that she’d figured that out on her own, and very quickly.
For supper today, she had two grapes. I didn’t say she ate them. She just held one in each fist and squeezed them until juice ran down to her elbows and started soaking her clothes. She thought that was hilarious. She did eventually eat some crackers.