Thursday, August 2, 2018

Day in the Life Summer 2018

Once again, I have fallen behind on the ole blog posting.  I have been wanting and meaning to select a day for documentation since about March, but I just haven't made it happen.  These posts are always something I'm glad I've done ... once they're done.  But it's like exercise.  I dread doing it, and the actual process of writing it up is fairly time-consuming.  So it's sadly become an easy procrastination issue.  But all these months of intention have finally bubbled up to a spontaneous gush of motivation this morning.  And today turned out to be a pretty typical average summer's day, so this was the perfect day to document for the memory banks.

Cast of Characters:
Little Ole Me (39)
Handsome Hubbs (38)
JDub (6)
Prince William (1)

3:45 am  I am woken from a peaceful slumber to JW hovering over my face.  I had a bad dream.  What?! Are you ok?! Ugh, does this ever lose it's horrifying edge?  It's so startling and jolting to be woken like that.  And somewhat creepy too.  Walk him back to bed and tuck him in.  What was your dream about, sweetheart?  Well ... three minutes of details later ... I was swimming, and there was a dog in the woods.  Ok, well I'm sure you'll sleep better now.  Love you.  Love you.  Back to bed, unsure if I'll be able to fall back asleep.  By some act from the heavens, I do.

5:40 am  I wake on my own timing after snoozing the past couple hours.  B is still sleeping, so I carefully sneak out of bed and head downstairs.  I get some coffee and assume my early morning perch in the living room chair.  I love this time of the day.  It's dark and quiet in the house.  It's peaceful.  I can complete sentences in my head.  The coffee tastes and smells amazing.  I spend most of my quite time thinking about Joe and Carolyn, who had to say goodbye to their beloved golden retriever the night before.  I reminisce about saying goodbye to Teddy and Honey and how awful it was to come home to an empty house after they were gone.

6:00 am  All my sentimental peace is stopped by thuds and thumps.  JW's clock apparently turned green.  He stumbles down the stairs, iPad in one hand, blanket in the other, hair all tussled, just adorable.  He climbs up in the chair with me and covers me with the blanket.  My heart melts.  Aww, thank you sweetheart.  Did you sleep better in the morning?  I think I did. We sit quietly for about 60 seconds, and it's so sweet.  He's all warm and floppy, his arms just fold wherever I snuggle him.  He lets out a few quiet yawns, and his morning breath is just adorable.  I guess that's a mother's love?  But all this sweetness ends quickly, as he starts up his iPad with Roblox.  He immediately gets into it, talking to the screen.  What the heck?  Hey, how did you find me here?  What the heck?  Hey I'm going here.  I snuggle for another minute or two before I decide to make my exit.

6:15 am  I bring a second coffee upstairs and start my process of getting ready for the day.  I get a lovely shower and analyze my latest mid-life crisis skincare experiment.  I had tried shea butter as a moisturizer the night before, and I give my face a good look under my critical microscope.  Hmmm.  I actually think it does seem better moisturized, and it feels great.  Definitely worth trying again tonight.  During my getting ready time, I snap pictures of my current make-up drawer and also the toys that seem to permanently invade the bathroom.  Brian also gets himself ready for the day and then begins walking around the room, holding his phone out as if he's searching for a Pokemon.  We chuckle about what he's doing, but he explains he's using an app to measure the floorspace for new carpet.  Ok, he hasn't lost his mind.  He does, however, explain the app isn't working properly and could I just measure the rooms today with a tape measure, kay thanks.  JW bounces in and out of this space and at one point exclaims his pee is so bubbly, come look Mama!



7:00 am  B and I are all dressed and ready for today.  I'm in my mom uniform, and he is handsome.  No fair.  Jonathan continues to play games on his iPad, and I figure I might as well take care of some emails while I have the time.  This summer has been so easy and light with work.  I breeze through most of the emails, spend a few extra minutes helping a student find some mental health care options through IEHP, and mentally prepare to review some dissertation revisions later in the day.



7:20 am  The baby is starting to stir, but he's just been so angelic about all sleep-related things.  I let him roll around and babble while I do a quick hustle bustle straightening.  Soon enough, I get him up for the day.  We enjoy a morning baba, and he's so cute.  Lifts his eyebrows up occasionally through the bottle and pokes at my nose.  We do some quick diapering and changing of clothes and then head downstairs for the boys' brekkie.  They both eat, which is an act of divine intervention.  Minimal food is thrown on the floor, and everyone is in a great mood.  Loving this.




8:00 am  Taylor arrives.  She is so cute and smiley, and the boys light up when they see her.  We chat for a few minutes, and then they head upstairs to play.  I spend some time catching up on texts with Jessica, Faith, Cassie, and Carolyn.  Topics range from girl talk to play dates to pink eye to golden retrievers.  I then plunge into a student's dissertation revisions with the hope of sending the great news that she is finished and gets to schedule her defense.  Sadly, that is not the case yet, and I send my thoughts to the committee.  Dang, I hate that and worry the student will not take the news well.


9:00 am  The time has snuck up on me, and it's definitely time to stop working on this dissertation situation and leave for swim lessons.  I call for JW to come downstairs quickly, which he actually does.  We've done swim lessons Monday-Thursday for the past 7 weeks, so we have quite the perfected routine at this point: towel, sunscreen, pee, flip flops and goggles are always left in the car from the day before, and that's about it.  We jump in the car.  The drive is filled with incessant chatter.  And I mean incessant.  Non-stop.  Lots of 'guess what I'm thinking' games that I somehow still have not mastered.  Also 'I'll make up a nonsense word, and you guess what it means.'  Another one I still have not mastered.  I find all this chatter somewhat endearing and cute, but my mind is still on the dissertation issue.  Ugh.  The paper is just a mess.  One giant mess.  And the student doesn't realize it's a mess -- that's the worst part.  She thinks it's great and ready to defend.  I am confident in my assessment of the situation, but I also worry I am missing something and will feel foolish with the committee.  Oh self.  When will you grow up?

9:20 am  Arrive just in time for lesson.  JDub, Aiden, and Kylin are the only three in their level, and they are just absolutely darling together.  They were quite the power house in kindergarten, and now they're rulin' the pool.  So cute.  Stacy, Michelle, and I sit in the shade, along with Stacy's mom and another sweet mom I've never met.  We chat and catch up on various and sundry issues including horseback riding, school teacher drama, and dental work.  It's only been a few months we've lived in this area, but I feel like I've known these gals forever.  They are so cute and fun to chat with.  And this summer has truly been wonderful, spending time with them as these kids have lived up summer to its fullest.



9:50 am  Lesson is finished.  The kids bounce around a little wild.  Their teacher comes over and sweetly explains that Jonathan needs to keep his bottom lifted up more during his backstroke.  I sincerely appreciate how great these lessons are -- extremely fun and playful, yet apparently serious as hell about learning proper technique.  Yes ma'am!  I doubt this is something we'll be working on, but I really do find this girl super cute and a great teacher.  All the friends part ways and head to our cars.  JDub instantly resumes his incessant chatter.  I make mental notes to myself about what he's saying so I can include it in this post, but of course those mental notes got washed away hours before this post was written.  Sadly, I have no memory of what he was chattering about.  But it was cute.  Typical JDub cuteness.  We swing through Walgreens on the way home to pick up some photos I had ordered.  Of course, it takes forever and a day to check out there, but we eventually get the goods and make our way back home.

10:30 am Arrive back home.  J knows the drill about hanging up his wet clothes and towel to dry.  And I am famished.  While my veggies are cooking, I snap a photo of the current state of the kitchen, especially so I can remember the pretty anniversary flowers that came with our sweetheart horseback ride the day before.  I mix in some leftover pad thai to my veg, and it is ... wait for it ... delicious.  So are the boys in the photo.  I text with Carolyn about how she and Joe are doing today, and my heart is heavy for them.  It's brutal having to say goodbye to pets.



11:00 am  Taylor leaves.  William must sense her departure because he wakes up from happy nappy as she is walking out the door.  We say goodbye to Taylor for the day and get lunch going for the boys.  They actually both eat.  There is a huge mess being made, but they're eating and laughing together and so darn cute.  It's also taking forever, so I take the opportunity to catch up on some social media.  Not much happening in "the world" today.








11:50 am  We head upstairs, as I'm hoping to finish up this photo project I've been working on.  I've been decorating our master bedroom, and a few sections of the room are really coming together.  I start working on this photo collage, and the boys are playing great on the floor.  It's wild and loud, but whatever.  As long as they're happy, I can keep working on this. Brian calls during this chaos, and we attempt to chat for a few minutes.  He's finally gone to a yoga class today between hearings, praise be.  He needs it desperately, and I have been quite the naggy witchy wife about it.  I want to hear more details, but the boys are insane, and he can sense I am multitasking.  So we part ways.

12:40 pm  I notice this project is taking longer than I expected, and I reminisce about how I could have done this in 15 minutes pre-kids.  They are getting a little feisty, but I really want to finish this.  In an act of motherly desperation, I suggest they both go into William's crib to play.  It's so fun, right?!  They actually both oblige, suckers!  And I am able to complete my collage.  I love how it turned out.  I head into WW's room to see how they're doing.  We do a little playing on the floor.  It looks like a bomb went off in Toys R Us.  And of course, they're not interested in the toys.  No.  They are squealing with delight at hiding in the closet.  I'm laughing too, as the simple pleasures in life are always the best.

1:00 pm  We head downstairs to squeeze in a few minutes of piano practice before happy nappy.  J happily flies through all his work for the week, while I try to keep William in my arms.  He fine for a little while, but he soon enough demands his freedom.  I lose the hostage negotiation and set him on the floor.  Not surprisingly, I regret my decision.  He gets a horrid burst of energy and begins tearing things apart with evil glee, throwing candles on the floor, smashing wine corks on his head, laughing hysterically.  All while J is playing piano like a madman, hands flinging up high in the air, pouncing and banging the keys with all his might.  God Almighty.



1:15 pm  I've had enough of the crazies for a while, and it's close enough to nap time anyway.  I get JW started with quiet time, and he chooses TV for today.  Rabbids' Invasion.  And William and I go up for a babba and nap.  He instantly mellows out with the bottle and is so sweet as we rock.  He plays with my face and his own feet.  His eyes start getting heavy.  He twirls his blankie around his face and ears.  During moment like these, I just want to freeze time.  I notice how big he's gotten and try diligently to remember how it felt to hold him as a newborn.  I try and try.  I figure he must have only filled up one arm, but I just can't remember the feeling.  I held him all the time, but I just can't pull it out of my memory.  This year has been one of the fastest of my life.  He's already one?  How?  Where did this year go?  Gah, my feels are getting sappy.  He is nice and calm, and his babba is done.  Time to get him into the crib. Right during the transfer, my phone rings.  Please don't freak out, baby, please don't freak out.  It's just Mama's phone, it's ok.  Mama loves you.  You have a great happy nappy.  Close door.


1:30 pm  Miss the call, which was Carolyn.  Quickly FaceTime her back, and we do actually get to catch up.  She shares the details of Ivy's last day, which are heartwrenching.  But she is in surprisingly good spirits, which I'm glad about.  Despite the circumstances, it's great to talk.

2:10 pm  We hang up.  William is still sleeping, so I take the opportunity to measure the bedrooms for new carpet.  I get the numbers and then do some old school multiplication and addition to get the total.  I feel slightly embarrassed to admit I actually enjoyed doing a smidge of math during the day.  I then catch up on the emails that have come in since this morning and even get this blog post started.  J continues to delight in his TV time and goes in and out of the refrigerator like a teenager.

3:00 pm  Daddy's home!!!  Yaaaasssss!!!  It's such a wonderful sight to see him walk through the door, especially when he's earlier than usual.  We chat for a second.  His hearings didn't go well, and opposing counsel was an asshole.  Typical.  I start packing the diaper bag for tennis lessons, which we'll need to leave for soon.  J ends his TV time and starts getting himself ready, amazingly.  Sunscreen.  Hat.  Shoes and socks.  Diaper bag is ready.  William is still sleeping, and I comment that I'll wake him up at the last second.  B realizes what's happening with all this hubbub, and he offers to let William sleep.  He'll do baby duty while J and I are at tennis.  Really?  That would be amazeballs. Are you sure?  Ok, well then, count me in!  And cue: baby crying.  I try to keep my selfish disappointment to myself and remember that it's better for B to spend this time working in a quiet house.  B gets Cranky McFussypants from his crib, and he's woken up on the WRONG side of the crib.  Big wrong.  He is pissed off about who knows what and generally hating life in every way.  Yay.  Wee.

3:20 pm  We make it to the car, which seems to instantly improve baby's mood, thank you peshus Jesus in a manger.  We are five minutes late leaving, which isn't a big deal.  But I silently observe how perplexed I am about the length of time required to get out of the house with a baby.  The boys babble and chat in the backseat.  J's incessant chatter returns.  With a vengeance.  He has millions of questions about driving a car.  Stuff about the lanes.  Stuff about the gears.  The odometer.  The speedometer.  The blinkers.  I try to explain things in simple terms, but there's a lot of "gee, I don't knows" in there too.


3:45 pm  Arrive at the tennis courts, and it is hot.  Sweltering hot.  This month has been brutally hot, including one day at 118 degrees.  Today is a measly 104, so it just feels like the norm.  But geesh.  It is hot.  JDub runs into the court and has another great afternoon with his buddy, Austin.  Melissa and I chat the time away while William devours goldfish and shrieks violently when I won't give him more than two at a time.  Violently.  Despite the heat, the time goes quickly.  It always does, and this new friendship has been such a joy.  We talk about doing a play date next week, as this is the last tennis lesson for the summer.  Man, that went quick.  The boys are done, and we all comment about how great they did this summer.



4:40 pm  We pile back in the van and get the air cranking.  We are all sweating, especially J, since he was running around on the godforsaken asphalt.  I try to point the vents right in his face, but he says he can't feel any cold air.  I remember that feeling from childhood well.  Being dead hot, and nothing helps.  His face looks like a tomato, and his hair is dripping.  Poor thing.  We get going, and the traffic is unusually thick.  Ugh.  I'm sweaty, hungry, thirsty, and I want to move.  Not just sit here.  Ugh!  The cars finally start inching forward, and we slowly make it to the previously promised reward place - -Yum Yum donuts.  J and I share a love for donuts, and I had promised him we would get some to celebrate his great efforts and attitude about trying tennis this summer.  He is full of more questions and chatter as I weasel my way through a very crowded and urban-feeling parking lot.  My patience is starting to wear, but we make it.  It is so damn hot outside.  Getting the baby out of the carseat and carrying him the few yards into the store while trying to hurry JDub behind us is exhausting. But we all make it inside, and their air conditioning feels like heaven.  I want to live there.  We select our donuts, and the gal throws in a couple more.  Super nice.  Then back to the car.  Heat.  Sweat.  Carseat.  Seatbelts.  The sun is lower in the sky and is just radiating its zapping power right at me.  Back in the car.  Chatter.  A few screams.  A few "would you want someone to do that to you?"s

5:15 pm  We make it back home, and it feels like an accomplishment.  B meets us in the driveway and helps carry everything and everyone inside.  Bless his soul.  Mama feelin tired.  He gets the boys occupied doing I'm not sure what, and I prepare dinner as fast as my little hands will move.  I'm starving.  Moods are starting to get feisty, and I suspect everyone is hungry.  Sit down to eat, and it's ... wait for it ... delicious.  Nothing fancy -- salad with leftover honey mustard pulled pork.  But hunger is the best seasoning.  We all dig in and enjoy.  Plus, one of my favorite Ina Garten sayings is "a healthy meal provides a rich dessert opportunity."  Brilliant.  Genius.  Why can't she be my friend?  Anyway.  Dinner is good, and everyone eats.  Only a couple "sit down on your bottom" type comments.  There's a flossing demonstration in there somewhere, and B about chokes since we're dying laughing.  Soon enough, we bust out the donuts.  I micromanage all the cutting and sampling because B and J have zero restraint with chocolate.  Man, they are good!




6:00 pm  B shoos the boys upstairs for bath time, and I begin the kitchen clean-up.  I love this time of the day.  This summer, I've been home every evening (instead of teaching night classes), and it's been wonderful.  We've fallen into a routine of B doing all the bath, jammies, toothbrush, drama, while I clean the kitchen in peace and quiet.  I love it.  It's so nice to do dishes and wipe counters in peace.  It still takes a while, but I don't mind one bit.  As usual, I pause to marvel at how gross the floor was.  I sweep the floor every.single.night, and it's still this gross?  How?  Ugh.  Another unsolved mystery.  But the kitchen and downstairs area are nice and tidy.  Ready for tomorrow.

6:30 pm  I head upstairs to the zoo.  Dirty clothes everywhere.  Wet hair all wildly tossed in every direction.  Toothpaste chunks in the sink.  But they are happy.  All three of them.  It's a lot of work to do bath time.  It's the end of the day, the kids are tired and wound up hyper cray cray, and the adults are tired and slowing to a sloth's pace.  But it helps me a ton that Brian does this, and it's good for them.  All three of them.  It's good for them to spend time together.  I'm grateful the boys have their dad around as much as they do.  They'll never know the difference, but they sure are lucky boys to have their dad around so much.  I retrieve mini-Brian (William is looking more and more like Brian) and get him a pre-bedtime babba.  He plays with my face through all of it, and then we head to our bathroom.  I get him occupied with toys, q-tips, and hair rollers while I wash my face.  I also love this time of the day.  It feels so amazing to splash cold water on my face and wash the day's sweat and grime off.  I decide to give the shea butter another night's chance and smear the waxy goo around.  Meanwhile, Brian and Jonathan are reading books.  We all love this nightly ritual.  I overhear something about dinosaurs tonight.  At one point, B cracks up and says he has to tell Mama that one.  Reports J's comments about a dinosaur book: I wonder if anyone has ever seen a dinosaur?  Hmmm, maybe Bunny?  We both die and know she will find that hysterical too.

7:15 pm  Jammies for William.  He happily waves night night to Daddy and Big Butter.  A few high fives in there too, and he shyly yet proudly tilts his head into my shoulder.  It's all so cute and tenderhearted.  Final babba time for WW.  He's such an angel about sleep.  Finishes his babba and goes right into bed.  No fuss, no muss.  Night night, my sweet angel.  Mama loves you with all my heart.  You have some great dreams, and I'll be back to check on you.  Love you.  I head into Jonathan's room for a final tuck-in and quick chat, but he is already sound asleep.  Sweet angel.  Mama loves you with all my heart too.  You are so precious.  Muuaach.

7:30 pm  Wash bottles and plop on the couch with Brian.  It's done.  We made it.  Victory.  We're both tired, and it's the best time of day when we can sit together and catch up on life.  We chat a bit.  Then I start working on this blog post, and he's watching youtube videos of prank baiters.  I make comments about how time-consuming these blog posts are, but that I'm always glad when I've done them.

8:10 pm  Gibberish and screaming commence.  J had been in a good streak for a while this summer, but he's recently been back to the ole night terrors.  Brian goes in to take care of this one.  It's only a couple minutes, but it always feels like longer.  I go in and try to soothe this sweet boy.  It kills me that he's plagued by these damn terrors, and we're helpless about it.  But he does settle down fairly quickly, and B and I resume our lazy bum positions.  I continue blogging.  He continues youtubing. Somewhere around 9ish, he heads to bed and says he'll be waiting for me.  I am tired too.  I've been tired for a while.  But I must finish this tonight, or else I have a feeling it will collect dust for a while.  I really want to get it done, so I continue the documentation.  I begin the photo dump process and notice my phone for the first time in a while.  I see I've missed 3 calls and 45 texts.  Wut?  Mother of Mary, what the hell?  I return a few messages quickly and skim through a huge string from my sisters and mom.

10:00 pm  I'm tired as a mother.  As much as I want to complete this blog post today, it will just have to wait for another day.  I close up shop.  I check on the boys, who are snoozing peacefully.  Night night, sweet angels.  Mama loves you so much.  More than my heart can handle.  I head to bed, where I find the love of my life lightly purring the night away.  I carefully climb in next to him, and he doesn't budge.  I guess the poor guy couldn't wait for me, but I'm not surprised.  I'm glad he is getting some solid rest.  I slowly drift off after a busy, yet typical, summer's day.  I adore summer with all it's outdoor fun, even with the wretched heat.  I really love it.  But more important, I adore my family.  These posts always remind me of how much happens in one day, and how fortunate we are to have these days.  I love them.  I love my boys and this life we're living to its fullest. Until next time ...








Sunday, February 4, 2018

Day in the Life Winter 2018

I skipped the Fall 2017 installment of the ole blog due to crazy busy stuff with a three month-old baby and an unanticipated move.  My last post was the day William was born, which will be a very tough act to follow.  But day in the life has been on my mind for months, as I don't want to get too far behind.  For several weeks, I've been contemplating taking the plunge into a documented day, so today is finally it.  A relatively typical Saturday with the fam.

Key players: Yours truly (38)
                      BW (38)
                      JW (5)
                      WW (6 months)

4:30 am  I am roused from a deep slumber to a smallish human silhouette hovering over my face whispering "Mama, Mama.  My hand itches.  Right here."  Huh?  What?  Ok.  Slowly heave myself out of bed and down the hall.  Get lotion for the itchy hand crisis and re-tuck him into bed.  I believe this was my 4th time out of bed during the night.  Seems like there was a bad dream issue early in the night, then a couple pacifier retrievals in there somewhere.  Ugh.  Thankfully, I do fall back to sleep for those precious early morning hours.

7:30 am  I wake up on my own clock.  Ahhh, that is so nice.  Brian has already gotten up with both mini humans, which is wonderful.  I can handle the middle of the night crap when I'm able to sleep later in the morning.  I stumble downstairs to find them all lounging around.  B and I quickly do a baby hand-off, as he needs to catch up on work this morning.  I get some coffee, J has toast, I put on a Fixer Upper but don't actually see any of it.  J works on Tinker Toys, and W slobbers on Tinker Toys.  It's all fairly peaceful and a nice way to start the weekend.




8:30 am  W is starting to hum and rub his eyes, so I head upstairs with him for our morning happy nappy ritual.  We leave J downstairs to play his beloved ipad.  William is so sweet during his baba time, petting my hands, humming through his drinking, slowly closing his eyes and drifting off into a sweet 6 month-old dreamland.  Night night, sweet angel.



8:45 am  I hustle bustle around the house doing my daily straightening.  Toys, dirty clothes (most of which, are Brian's, cue eye roll), dishes, get laundry started.  Brian strolls into the family room for some underwear yoga, and JDub and I tease him relentlessly about documenting him in his undies for the blog.  He yells and screams at us through his yoga poses, and we crack up at him.  I unload J's backpack and am reminded we are supposed to be working on a project for the 100th day of school.  Ugh.  I don't mind projects, but 100th day of school?  Really?  Is it really that special?  Jeez.  Begrudgingly plan to do that later this afternoon.




9:30 am  We are all upstairs and about to get ready for the day, but today absolutely needs to be a haircut day.  Jonathan is starting to look like the progeny of a California surfer with a Midwestern street urchin.  Brian and I are getting our "salon" prepped when JDub happily marches upstairs screeching at his ipad.  Of course, this wakes the baby prematurely from his happy nappy.  Awesome.  Today will be amazing.  But I don't have the heart to scold a 5 year-old for being happy in his own home on a lovely Saturday morning.  So we press on with the haircuts, baby in his bouncy seat.  This whole time of me going Edward Scissorhands on B and then J is absolutely crazy.  Baby screeching shrieks of joy.  B and J both yelling out chicken noises.  And J intermittently screaming "Puxatony Phil!!!" in a backwoods Southern accent.  Aih yih yeiah.  When it's his turn, he hides and refuses a before photo.  He is especially squirmy during the haircut and needs many reminders to be still.  At one point, I have my scissorhands up in his hair, and he declares "Mama, I can see tiny hairs coming out of your armpit."  Righty-oh, my darling.  Thank you!  Note to self: shave pits today.  Other random commentary includes things like this: "Mama?  Want to know my two wishes?  For donuts to cover the sky and for a flying unicorn.  I mean, a pet pig.  Nevermind the unicorn."  Haha!  Noted.





10:30 am  Haircuts are officially complete.  I get myself in the shower while B cleans up all the mess.  J runs wild, and baby continues to bounce.  At the end of my shower, I call J in.  He has just recently shown an interest in showers, as opposed to baths.  Brian has been the one to teach him all the showering process, but it looks like I will give it the ole mom try this morning.  We get him all soapy and rinse the itchy little hairs off.  He poses for an after pic, Blue Steel.  Brian has taken the baby into the loft for another baba.  I start painting the barn, switch the laundry over, and stumble into this sweetness that melts my heart.  I adore seeing the two of them have fun together and always try to instill in them that brothers are best friends for life.  I pry myself away from the brother bonding to finish getting myself ready for the day.





11:30 am  I am dressed and ready.  And absolutely starving.  I normally eat breakfast, but I don't even know where the time has gone today.  Brian insists we go out for lunch to a Greek place he recently discovered.  We change the baby, get organized, and jump in the car.  B finds his way to the place (1.5 miles from our house) without GPS, and we laugh about how far he's come in life.  Also during those 4 minutes, William falls asleep.  Of course.  Argh.  A second nap that will be much too short.  We order our lunch and sit outside.  An amazing 87 degrees on February 3rd.  The food is truly delicious.  B was right about this place.  Mmmmm!  Through the whole thing, baby sits quietly in his car seat, allowing us to eat.  Thank you so much, angel baby face!  Brian and Jonathan discuss animal dismemberment, weapons, tools, and other manly things I truly do not understand in any way shape or form.  We ooo and ahh at Jonathan's big teeth coming in.  Baby gets a teensy bit antsy toward the end, so B rigs up a baby contraption.  This is brilliant, yet it also puts him into yet another cat nap situation that is much too short.  Delightful.  I am seriously dreading the afternoon, having an under-rested baby.  But he's so easy-going about basically everything.  Such a sweetheart.  So I tell myself 'who cares'?  Let him cat nap.












12:30 pm  We head home.  Here's a bit of the non-stop JDub backseat commentary during this short drive: "Pigs are dirtier than humans when they dump.  Can moms go dump too?  Or just dads?"  And he is dead serious about all this.  No joking around.  B and I are quietly dying in the front seat and snickering under our breath while trying to take the boy's comments and questions seriously.  He feels terribly rejected and embarrassed when anyone laughs at him, but he's just so damn funny!  But we somehow make it home in tact.

12:45 pm  Unload everyone and everything from the car.  And we decide it's a great time to work on our fireplace renovation project.  I had previously picked up a wood beam that we've planned to use for a mantle.  B hauls it out of the trunk and into the driveway.  We bust out the hammers, chisels, and blow torch.  Time for distress!  Jonathan is in heaven, getting to beat the crap out of the beam.  But B and I cannot stop cringing.  He is not being the best listener about safety instructions.  I send him over to whack at a pile of crates, and he happily obliges.  At some point in there, he hijacks my beach chair and finds that hilarious.  Through all of this, there is non-stop talking and commentary (as always).  I have mentioned this issue in previous blog posts, and it continues to be the case -- when he is at home, and it's just our family around, this child does not shut up.  Does not.  His stream of consciousness is constantly coming out his mouth.  When he's in public or around other people, he's definitely quieter, but it's a completely different story at home.  Although it's sometimes a challenge to keep up with it, I truly adore this characteristic about him.  I want to know what's on his mind, and I want him to always know he can tell us anything.  Plus, he's freaking hilarious.  One nugget I remembered to document went like this: "I know about last names.  I know about Pedigo and Crutchfield.  And I know what Crutchfield means.  It means it's a field full of ... corn."  HAHA!  I also finally snap some baby pics and post a 30-week collage update of cutie pie William.  He eventually gets a bit fussy, so I take him inside for some floor time.  He's a roly poly and oh so cute.  We also play some piano, which reminds me I've been wanting to look for one of my old baby photos of me playing the piano.  We go upstairs and actually find the photo quickly. Play some more piano, and he's so cute just banging away.













2:00 pm  William and I head back outside to check on the mantle project, and we find the two guys are blow torching it.  It looks great.  But I also see a small pile of wood shavings, which they have lit on fire in the middle of the driveway.  What the?  This irritates me to no end.  We have a fire pit.  Why are they setting a fire on the driveway?  JDub quickly reaches for a woodscrap and comes millimeters away from burning his hand.  Ahh!  I declare "I can't be out here" and go back inside.  I secretly and passive-aggressively think to myself "dear husband, you can be the one who takes him to the hospital and answers to CPS."  I think B senses my irritation as I go back inside, as I hear him telling J they need to put out the fire.  Yep.  Yep you do.


2:30 pm  The guys come inside and are finished with the mantle destruction.  I am feeling a bit tired, even though I got to sleep in this morning.  The baby is acting a little fussy, and I jump the gun.  I think about how a nice peaceful nap/quiet time sounds glorious right about now.  So I swoop the baby upstairs for a baba and a hopeful happy nappy, leaving J downstairs to catch up on his one true love: ipad.  Brian ducks back into his office to continue catching up on emails.  The baby is especially wiggly through the bottle and doesn't show one ounce of fatigue.  He coos and smiles through his baba and reaches for my face.  I pretend to eat his fingers, and he giggles with glee, spewing milk everywhere.  He is so cute, but I really want him to have a decent nap today.  We have plans to go to the Pastores' for dinner, and I don't want to miss out on fun conversation if I'm needing to pace the hallways with an overtired baby.  Happy nappy needs to commence.  Despite no signs of legitimate fatigue, I transfer William to his crib and hope for the best.  Night night, sweetheart.

2:45 pm  I head downstairs and join JDub at the counter.  I would love to get this blog write-up started.  I open the blog link and already hear the baby crying.  Dang it.  Although he's got to be tired from no decent morning nap, I highly doubt he will actually sleep at this moment.  I give up hope for a nap right now.  Retrieve the bouncy baby, who is clearly wide awake.  Bring him downstairs for some bouncy time.  Put on an Ina.  Bring my computer to the floor, in a desperate attempt to just sit quietly.





3:15 pm  I have gotten a few paragraphs written, and baby is starting to rub his eye.  Thank you baby Jesus in a manger!  Please, oh pretty please, let this happy nappy be for real?!  As I am taking him upstairs, Brian and Jonathan get a load of clean laundry and fold it up.  They also make our bed with clean sheets, which is awesome.  William does indeed go down for an afternoon happy nappy, praise be.  We all head back downstairs for more computer time.  I continue writing up this blog post, J whoops and hollers at his ipad, and B begrudgingly pushes through more emails.

4:00 pm  I am all caught up for now, and it's about time to start getting prepared for a fun evening with some of our best friends.  As always, we're all looking forward to hanging out with them.  There are a few texts exchanged about the upcoming dinner.  Wow.  The wine.  Mmm.  And I suspect the boys' adrenaline is starting to get amped from the anticipation of tonight. Baby wakes up on his own timing somewhere in there, thank goodness.  We all change clothes.  Pack the diaper bag.  Last-minute organizations.  Somehow nearly an hour passes, and we jump in the car.

4:45 pm  We start making our way to the Pastore house, and I text them an apology we will be 30 min late.  How are we constantly late now that we have 2 kids?  We used to be early everywhere we went.  Hmmm.  But they are gracious about it, and we make the drive.  I snap a photo of my newest Yvonne acquisition, which I will be wearing everyday until February 15th.  Jonathan is especially talkative and inquisitive.  Lots of questions.  What kind of sign is on your building, Daddy?  Is it a map of California?  Or just California?  Is it all the states?  Or just California?  What's a cemetery?  Is it boring there?  He mixes in lots of minion/caveman grunts and noises along the way.  William happily bats and swats his carseat toys.  JDub gets going with a Simon game at some point.



5:30 pm  We arrive at their house.  The sunset is amazing.  We all greet each other, and it's such a happy time of friendship.  The boys immediately run off and start all their boy time wildness.  The adults (plus William) wander into the kitchen, which smells like heaven.  I attempt to hand William over to Jessica, and he promptly starts his pouty lip face followed by bawling.  His tear-filled eyes pierce my heart with his non-verbal "why are you torturing me like this?"  wails.  I assure him that Jessica loves him, take him back, and he promptly starts flirting with him.  We pour some glasses and start catching up.  It always feels so comfy, and we pick up right where we left off.  All four of us get along so well, and we just adore their whole family.  I suppose there's good reason they're some of our best friends in the world and our boys' godparents.  We sit on their beautiful patio, which feels like an absolute spa.  Their fountain running in the background feels like instant relaxation.  Jessica and I catch up about various and sundry things.  The guys do some show & tell (I think).






6:30 pm  We sit down to an amazing dinner of roasted prime rib, perfectly baked potatoes, and salad.  The boys eat hot dogs with Pringles, so we all rave about how tasty the food is.  William bounces in his chair and lets us eat.  There is never a lull in the conversation, just constant chatting and enjoying each other's company.





7:30 pm  The boys have been begging to start making s'mores, as they finished their dinners within 30 seconds.  We all make our way back to the patio.  The boys have a blast jamming their mallow-stacked skewers into the fire and setting them ablaze.  They run around, diving in and out of the house.  Canoli seems to have found his favorite -- Brian -- and snuggles up for some pets.  Brian holds the baby and the doggie while we all continue chatting.  William dozes off, and we all comment about how peaceful and cute babies are while they sleep ... and then they wake up.






9:00 pm  The time has flown, and I am shocked to look at my phone and see the time.  Holy crap, we need to go!  We start packing our stuff up.  Lots of hugs goodbye and thank yous.  We pile in the car and head home.  Both boys are immediately asleep.  I drive since B indulge in more vino than I did.  He sorts through the photos of the evening and texts Frank and Jessica some of the gems.

10:00 pm  We arrive home.  B carries J up to his room, which is thankfully uninterrupted and uneventful.  I leave W in his carseat while I run upstairs to wash my face and do my little nighttime routine.  In the middle of my regimen, he wakes up screaming.  B retrieves him and staves him off while I finish getting myself ready.  I eventually finish up and snuggle up with a smiley babykins for one last baba.

11:00 pm  Baby is sound asleep.  I transfer the angel to his crib with several extra kisses goodnight.  Sleep tight, sweetheart.  Check on Jonathan, who is sprawled out, legs hanging off the bed, snoring like a college boy.  Ahhh, evidence of a wonderful day.  Mama loves you, sweet baby.  I carefully open our bedroom door, so as to creep in without disturbing B's sleep but quickly realize I won't wake this snoring bear.  I settle in, and the pillow feels like heaven on my cheek.  My body quickly slows down and sinks into the bed, and I drift off into delightful rest.

11:15 pm  Whhhhhaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!  Omg what the?  Where am I?  What was that?  I feel like I've slept a full night, as I'm woken by a screaming, horrified baby.  Holy crap.  I go in for a pacifier retrieval, but he will have nothing to do with it.  He's especially out of sorts, and I suspect going to be late will result in an exceptionally awful night.  Awesome.  He cries and screams and will not even recognize that I'm there, trying to help him.  I pick him up and try shushing him with a pacifier.  No luck.  He is uncharacteristically upset.  I fairly quickly realize I should just let him cry for a bit.  Tuck him back in with some attempted words of comfort that he can't hear through his wails.  Jonathan and Brian sleep through this whole circus.  I head back to bed, wide awake now.  Listen to the cries, which become slower and more pitiful within about 30 seconds.  After about 2 minutes, he seems back to sleep.  I cautiously allow myself to start drifting off again, but I'm wary that I'll be woken again.  Miraculously, I'm not.  We all sleep through until the morning, which is never something to take for granted.

As always, reflecting back on the mundane details of a typical day in the life gets me right in the feels.  It makes me so sentimental and reminds me of how much we have to be thankful for.  I love Brian and the boys more than my heart can even handle.  How did I ever get so lucky?  Seriously?  We have friends who feel like family.  What a fun, fairly typical, relaxing Saturday.  In spite of some minor frustrations and paranoia about nap times, it was truly a great day.  There are piles of folded laundry on our bedroom floor and a load of clean clothes getting wrinkled in the dryer.  There's also a dumb school project that will get pushed to another day.  But oh well.  We have each other.  And fun.  Ahhh.  Life is good, and I am thankful.