Whish Whish

By their outlandish behavior before bedtime, it's hard to remember earlier today, but both boys stopped their spin moves around the office chair to listen to the whish whish, whish whish of the doppler hovering over their baby brother or sister's heartbeat. Is that how the baby talks?, Elliott wondered. Dietrich imitated the sound for Ryan at dinner later. As soon as the beats were counted, and the doppler put away, they were back to spinning around the chair. But for that moment we were all caught up by the mysterious sound of a heartbeat from the womb.

When we returned home, there was a traffic jam in front of our driveway. Instead of being another idling car, we parked on the street. Would this be a good day for a lemonade stand? Why not? We had lemonade frozen from last summer and there was another hour before dinner and we were bound to have customers since it was nearly 90 degrees this afternoon (in May!). So we emptied the cash register and filled it with change. Elliott made a sign. Dietrich found his guitar (and capo) to play music (for free). There were left over lemon cookies in the cupboard. We hauled out the table and small chairs and plastic cups and a cooler of lemonade and waited for customers. The traffic jammers couldn't really stop to buy, but they gave us lots of smiles. Our customers came mostly from our block and a few heading home from the grocery store. Dietrich took requests. Each boy made about a dollar. A dollar and a doppler, quite an afternoon.