Does it get any better than this?
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Saturday in the Park (ok, the zoo)
Ahh, Saturday.
My incredibly considerate daughter woke up before me today, but realizing it was a "play day" she decided not to wake me up . . . until she started playing with her electric drumsticks. There is nothing like being pulled out of a sound sleep by an electronic beat to remind you that you have children. Luckily for me, she heeded my request to shut my bedroom door before the encore.
Our lazy morning included pancakes and dippy eggs (usually reserved for Sunday) and a quick trip to the post office (sans panties since it's laundry day and someone forgot to tell me she was out) to mail Uncle Brent's get well soon card. UB and his dog had a little argument with an explosive device overseas a few weeks ago and while both are fine, we figured a little love in the form of neon yellow poster board couldn't hurt. Since the post office is practically next door to the grocery store with the kiddie carts we popped it to stock up on some basics before heading home.
Twenty minutes later we were back out the door and seven hours later we are finally back home. And here I thought Saturdays were supposed to be relaxing.
My incredibly considerate daughter woke up before me today, but realizing it was a "play day" she decided not to wake me up . . . until she started playing with her electric drumsticks. There is nothing like being pulled out of a sound sleep by an electronic beat to remind you that you have children. Luckily for me, she heeded my request to shut my bedroom door before the encore.
Our lazy morning included pancakes and dippy eggs (usually reserved for Sunday) and a quick trip to the post office (sans panties since it's laundry day and someone forgot to tell me she was out) to mail Uncle Brent's get well soon card. UB and his dog had a little argument with an explosive device overseas a few weeks ago and while both are fine, we figured a little love in the form of neon yellow poster board couldn't hurt. Since the post office is practically next door to the grocery store with the kiddie carts we popped it to stock up on some basics before heading home.
Twenty minutes later we were back out the door and seven hours later we are finally back home. And here I thought Saturdays were supposed to be relaxing.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Homework is cool . . .
Kaitlyn holding up her get well soon card for Uncle Brent which will go in the mail tomorrow . . . after putting the headband and sunglasses on to do homework.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
School Days
I am happy to report that the first day of school went off without a hitch. Despite complaining that her ear hurt, K managed to get up, get dress, eat breakfast and catch the bus yesterday for her first day of first grade. When, at 2:30, my work phone hadn't rung with a call from the school nurse or the vice-principal, I considered the day a success.
We did have a slight snag when I went to pick K up from her new after school program. It's right at her elementary school, but when I tried the front doors they were locked up tighter than a drum. Figuring someone would probably call the cops if I went with my initial reaction to just leave her there until today, I went in search of a side door. I found K running around the gym, burning off all that excess energy, completely delighted that some of her friends from the old day care were there and that her teaching assistants from kindergarten were staffers.
We continued the First Day of School tradition of going out to eat and then snuck in a quick trip to Patient First where my suspicion of an ear infection was confirmed. One trip to Walgreens and almost $100 later, we were armed with a firm diagnosis, a kick ass antibiotic and a resolve to get K a new insurance plan.
Today, she argued for 20 minutes about what to wear, threw up her medicine directly after swallowing it and got chauffeured to school because we missed the bus. Two days down, 181 to go.
We did have a slight snag when I went to pick K up from her new after school program. It's right at her elementary school, but when I tried the front doors they were locked up tighter than a drum. Figuring someone would probably call the cops if I went with my initial reaction to just leave her there until today, I went in search of a side door. I found K running around the gym, burning off all that excess energy, completely delighted that some of her friends from the old day care were there and that her teaching assistants from kindergarten were staffers.
We continued the First Day of School tradition of going out to eat and then snuck in a quick trip to Patient First where my suspicion of an ear infection was confirmed. One trip to Walgreens and almost $100 later, we were armed with a firm diagnosis, a kick ass antibiotic and a resolve to get K a new insurance plan.
Today, she argued for 20 minutes about what to wear, threw up her medicine directly after swallowing it and got chauffeured to school because we missed the bus. Two days down, 181 to go.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Love Thy Neighbor . . .
Six and a half years ago I was slugging my very pregnant self all over Virginia Beach looking for a house to buy. When Bill picked this one, I thought he was crazy. It was at the top end of our budget, had a huge yard to take care off and four bedrooms, plus a room over the garage. Since at 7 months pregnant, I was quite sure I was only having one baby, I thought it was too big. When I got a second vacuum for Christmas (so I wouldn't have to lug one up and down the stairs) I relented a little. When I got to know my neighbors, I was sold.
Families come in all shapes and sizes, and the people I share a fence line with have become part of mine. When I spent 5 days in Pennsylvania, I came home to a pressure washed porch and freshly weeded flower beds. When I was trying to figure out what on earth I was going to do with K for the last week before school started, everyone who could (even those without kids) pitched in a took a day. While I'm sitting here typing this on the back patio, I can hear the music from the King's house, where we spent the afternoon swimming. Just like every other weekend, the only invitation we needed was the open umbrella in their back yard. While we were there, we invited ourselves to the Lewis' on Thursday night for the Steelers opening game. Within 20 minutes it was a full fledged party, despite it being a work/school night. We will be a regular fixture there every Sunday until February because we love their company, and their 60+" flatscreen HDTV.
Six and a half years ago, I would have never dreamed of all the twists and turns my life would take between then and now. I never thought I would be 36 and divorced. Or have to figure out how to date when you rarely leave the house after 7:00. I could have never imagined that I could change a light switch by myself or fix a toilet.
Luckily, if I ever need help figuring it out, all I have to do is lean across the fence.
Families come in all shapes and sizes, and the people I share a fence line with have become part of mine. When I spent 5 days in Pennsylvania, I came home to a pressure washed porch and freshly weeded flower beds. When I was trying to figure out what on earth I was going to do with K for the last week before school started, everyone who could (even those without kids) pitched in a took a day. While I'm sitting here typing this on the back patio, I can hear the music from the King's house, where we spent the afternoon swimming. Just like every other weekend, the only invitation we needed was the open umbrella in their back yard. While we were there, we invited ourselves to the Lewis' on Thursday night for the Steelers opening game. Within 20 minutes it was a full fledged party, despite it being a work/school night. We will be a regular fixture there every Sunday until February because we love their company, and their 60+" flatscreen HDTV.
Six and a half years ago, I would have never dreamed of all the twists and turns my life would take between then and now. I never thought I would be 36 and divorced. Or have to figure out how to date when you rarely leave the house after 7:00. I could have never imagined that I could change a light switch by myself or fix a toilet.
Luckily, if I ever need help figuring it out, all I have to do is lean across the fence.
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