Saturday, July 26, 2014
With crazy vacation schedules and new summer routines, it's been way too long since these BFFs saw each other. SO nice to spend a morning at the farmers market and the library catching up and remembering how much we enjoy each other.
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
Ever since the first time she went to the Aquatic Center, Eva has been calling the pool "Swimming Lessons." Last year she climbed on the playground equipment and covered herself with sand and hung on her mommy while Sam completed Level 1 swim lessons there twice. And this year Eva got to play in the water a few times during family trips and daycare trips. So when I told her I had signed her up for real swimming lessons, she jumped up and down and clapped and squealed that she was going to go down the big slide at her lessons. Three years ago I spent many days in the hot sun redirecting Sam to the water when he did pre-school swim lessons, so I wasn't sure what to expect with Eva. She has never been afraid of the water, but she's also never been in a class of any kind, never been expected to sit in a circle and listen to directions and take turns. During the last few days every time she told me she was going to go down the slide at swimming lessons I told her she needed to pay attention and listen to her teacher, do what her teacher told her.
Aside from the weird peeing-on-the-cement-while-waiting-for-class-to-start incident, Eva's swimming lessons were unexpectedly delightful. She sat in the circle on the cement as the instructor told them the rules and they all shared their names. She followed the children in front of her as they lined up like ducklings along the side of the pool. She raised her arms and pretended to be a tree as the instructor chopped her down and lifted her in to the water. And when they gathered in a circle to listen to instructions on the proper way to make scoops out of your hands, Eva stepped in to the middle of the circle and faced the instructor and paid close attention as if she were the only child in the class. She laughed through the bobs and kicked her legs fast and slow during red light green light and yelled for Sam to watch this watch this watch this as she collected the rings tossed out by Mic The Pirate. When we got in the car at the end of the evening she was sad it was over because she wanted more lessons and she couldn't believe she had to wait a whole day until she could do it again. "Did you see me Mommy? Did you see? I listened to my teacher. I was a good listener. I listened to me teacher."
Sunday, July 20, 2014
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
Every year on the 4th of July weekend, I expect to feel sad and think about my dad a lot. But every year the kids keep me so busy playing and having fun that the weekend flies by and I hardly have time to grieve. This year's long 4 day weekend was no different. The neighbors promised a big fireworks show which I thought couldn't possibly compete with the shows we'd had in Trempealeau, but it did not disappoint. This show was even bigger and prettier and louder, and we all sat even closer. We spent the early evening wandering from bonfire to bonfire, checking out the new kitties in the Murphys barn and bouncing on the trampolines and splashing in the creek and watching the boys run in packs. And when the show started at 10pm Sam and Eva were ready to settle into my lap and cover their ears and open their mouths and ooh and ahh. And that was just day one of 4 wonderful days of playing with friends and splashing in the creek and watching fireworks. We are truly blessed to have found this neighborhood which sometimes feels like a little slice of heaven.
Monday, June 30, 2014
The plan was for her to arrive at 10am Saturday morning, and when Sam found out she wouldn't be here when he got home from the Y on Friday he burst into tears. "But you told me she was coming today. You told me. You lied to me!"
This happens a lot.
But when Kelly's Summerfest plans changed unexpectedly, she messaged that she'd be here Friday night instead, "but don't tell Sammy." It was supposed to be a surprise. And surprise it was as she walked up to the door moments after Sam and I fought over the placement of the couch on the hardwood floor. Kelly walked into the chaos of the life we lead, one kid screaming and crying and demanding an ice pack for his scraped ankle while the other kid repeatedly tried to open the front door that is locked just above her reach.
Thankfully, after we took some deep breaths and realized how awesome it was to have her here, we all enjoyed an amazing weekend together that did not involve any more meltdowns. (Or if it did I don't remember them.) With adults and children in equal numbers, going to the aquatic center and the beach and a fundraiser for a colleague of mine were no longer terrifying undertakings but downright enjoyable adventures. Kelly and I tag-teamed through chicken Q's and dancing to live music and swimming with fish and chasing children in the pool and multiple sudden i-gotta-pee trips to port-a-potties. Two adults and two kids. A nice ratio. And you have to know there was lots of good food. And wine. A lot of wine. And when the only wine that was left was an old opened bottle of Menage a trois Cab, we dumped in some sugar and watermelon juice and oranges and peaches and fresh strawberries and declared it perfect sangria. Turns out that when you go with the flow and let things fall where they may, things sometimes turn out perfectly... especially when it's two against two and one of the adults is Kelly.