This past week has been off the charts. In four days, I looked at 20 houses. So much of it is exhausting - the hope that rises up and then crashes down with everything is yuck or a no go, the effort it takes to schedule and try to arrange for sitters when necessary to see as many houses as possible, trying to corral D. when we're in houses that are not vacant, and then handpicking the top ones and going to see them with V. and family to see if one fits. The big rush is that if we don't find one by tomorrow we're risking having to sell our house and move into a short term rental with hopes of finding a house. Not something I really want to consider with 2 little kids and 2 cats.
Yesterday we set out to look at an additional 3 houses after a disappointing weekend of looking at houses. To compound it all, V. is gone until basically October 12th. Our realtor and I set out yesterday morning and to be honest, I wasn't feeling hopeful. In fact, I had an emotional hangover. Granted I was agonizing over this one property that we really liked but which just felt small. I decided the night before that if this was my consistent impression of this house, I didn't want to walk into it every time for the next 30 years and have that be my first thought. Once I realized that fact and that this was not the right house, I felt good about it until I realized I was back to square one and we had 3 days to make this whole concurrent thing happen.
First place was a bust but then we went to the next place, a place I almost missed in my automated list and had forwarded the night before to the realtor at 10:30 to say "let's look at this". We walked in and my initial thought was wow and I continued moving through it, I kept thinking "this is it, this is the one" which after looking at now over 75 houses I haven't had screaming through my brain. Also turns out that the agent is a long time acquaintance of my realtor and as I was looking through it, she was talking on the phone with him. V. was still in town yesterday and was able to come home early so we grabbed the kids and all went to see. I. was so excited to see the big room that would be her bedroom and watching them run laughing and screaming in the backyard was a dream come true. Well almost a dream come true since it's still not ours. Long story short, we made an offer this morning and sweetened it tonight because there is a cash buyer out there trying to get it but at a low ball price. We'll have to wait until tomorrow to find out if we've got it. It may be another Lunesta kind of night and Xanax kind of day. All this not to mention the activities of our house being sold ie. the inspections, appraisal, repair requests, etc., normal life, volunteering at I.'s school, and V. being gone for awhile...
However while the storm swirled around all week, I had a peaceful, joyous moment when I got D. up last night before I went to bed because he was battling a bad diaper rash. I changed him in our room and then impulsively just laid him in bed with me, snuggling him up against me on his side with my arms around him. He took a deep breath of me and instantly fell back asleep and we lay like that for about 30 minutes. He would move around but ultimately ended up on his side, face burrowed in my chest with his arm thrown across me as he dreamed. I lay there awake, smelling the top of his head, listening to his breathing, and feeling the weight of his body against mine. I knew that I was being selfish to keep him with me for half an hour and then put him back to bed because interrupted sleep is no fun (I would know) but with all this craziness, this quietness and reconnecting with D. is just what I needed. It brought us back to those nursing days in the darkness of the late night and early morning. Judging by how relaxed he was and how he didn't even wake up when I put him back in the crib, I don't think it messed up his sleep too much. And for the first time in a couple of weeks, I was able to sleep through the night without Lunesta or constant night terrors. I swear, the only time I have ever slept without nightmares has been when I've been nursing or now it seems, snuggling with my little one right before I go to sleep. That is pretty amazing from a physiological point of view if you think about it.
Prayers that our offer is accepted tomorrow morning and we can be excited without fear of disappointment.
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Swirling
I just don't have the energy to go into all the details of the last week and a half. There just is so much going on and it's no surprise that my dreams and nightmares are alive and well.
To catch up, I had to toe the line of pissing V. off for a couple of weeks until he finally agreed and scheduled time to go visit his dad. Now that his dad's bone cancer is terminal, V. won't deal with it meaning he won't communicate at all with his parents and was balking at going over there. I had to get down and dirty with him and tell him to stop acting like an unfeeling a-hole because I knew he wasn't. Finally he relented and will be visiting for 4 days at the end of this month. Then we will be out there for a couple of days the following weekend for a Giants game and to visit. I just feel so much responsibility for keeping tabs on his family and giving them support. Last week I was on the phone with his parents for awhile, giving support to his mom and making his dad laugh with my outlandish comments. What's interesting is that before I make these kind of calls, you know the ones that may be awkward or uncomfortable because of dire health situations, I'm always anxious because I want to say the right things and not make the other person feel uncomfortable. At this point, people are already very uncomfortable physically and emotionally with all they are dealing with. Somehow though in these situations I put myself in their shoes, send a prayer up to God to help me say the right things at the right time and every single time it's worked out so far. Before you may think I'm tooting my own horn, I'm not because as a rule I'm verbally awkward when I'm not completely comfortable. It's a strange thing and keeps pushing the idea of volunteering with hospice when my kiddos are older.
A momma friend of mine lost her dad last week and it really broke my heart for her. She lost her mom about 8 years ago but thankfully has a great close relationship with her brother. Another reason for having more than one kid! But my heart truly aches for her, I can only imagine her pain since I haven't lost a parent yet. But his quick bout with advanced stage cancer and my father in law's advanced stage cancer brings back many of the memories of when Mark was going through all this.
As of today we are in escrow. We'll see if the third time is a charm. As a result, a very busy week has become even busier because now we have to go looking for houses and quickly. Of course, V.'s travel schedule for the next 3 weeks is insane so the pressure is on me to find the right house for all of us. The good thing is that V. and I have been on the same page for the few homes we have looked at together so I feel pretty confident that I know what he would balk at and what he would like. Still though, I hope he can see a house before we make an offer.
Since Saturday D. has had a stuffy nose, most likely caught a virus from me that I've been fighting off since last Wednesday. Today he woke up and refused to stand or walk and when I would change his diaper or put him on the ground (so I could wipe myself, mind you) he would sob in pain. Horrible! I got a doctor appointment and it looks like the virus moved into his left hip and with some Motrin and time, he hopefully will get better. The scary part was that the doctor told me to watch him for pain or stiffness elsewhere because if it moved to his neck, he could get meningitis. Yeah, just a small thing.
So this week on top of all normal things, we will have 2 doctor's appointments for D. and 2 vet appointments, one each for the cats. Tomorrow morning while D. naps after I take I. to school, I'm going out with our realtor for a search and destroy mission to hopefully find our dream home. While part of me is sad to leave the home that we brought our babies home to, part of me is excited for: a vegetable garden for me and the kiddos, a backyard period, a play structure in the backyard, a gardenia plant, room to run and play in the backyard, a larger kitchen, a pantry/storage space for kitchen stuff, space for a play area for the kiddos in the house for imaginary play (cooking etc.), a future dog, a completely detached house and the privacy that comes with it, putting up Christmas lights and decorations... the list goes on. I am just praying that the right house for us comes on the market in the next couple of weeks. It doesn't have to be perfect, just perfect for us.
To catch up, I had to toe the line of pissing V. off for a couple of weeks until he finally agreed and scheduled time to go visit his dad. Now that his dad's bone cancer is terminal, V. won't deal with it meaning he won't communicate at all with his parents and was balking at going over there. I had to get down and dirty with him and tell him to stop acting like an unfeeling a-hole because I knew he wasn't. Finally he relented and will be visiting for 4 days at the end of this month. Then we will be out there for a couple of days the following weekend for a Giants game and to visit. I just feel so much responsibility for keeping tabs on his family and giving them support. Last week I was on the phone with his parents for awhile, giving support to his mom and making his dad laugh with my outlandish comments. What's interesting is that before I make these kind of calls, you know the ones that may be awkward or uncomfortable because of dire health situations, I'm always anxious because I want to say the right things and not make the other person feel uncomfortable. At this point, people are already very uncomfortable physically and emotionally with all they are dealing with. Somehow though in these situations I put myself in their shoes, send a prayer up to God to help me say the right things at the right time and every single time it's worked out so far. Before you may think I'm tooting my own horn, I'm not because as a rule I'm verbally awkward when I'm not completely comfortable. It's a strange thing and keeps pushing the idea of volunteering with hospice when my kiddos are older.
A momma friend of mine lost her dad last week and it really broke my heart for her. She lost her mom about 8 years ago but thankfully has a great close relationship with her brother. Another reason for having more than one kid! But my heart truly aches for her, I can only imagine her pain since I haven't lost a parent yet. But his quick bout with advanced stage cancer and my father in law's advanced stage cancer brings back many of the memories of when Mark was going through all this.
As of today we are in escrow. We'll see if the third time is a charm. As a result, a very busy week has become even busier because now we have to go looking for houses and quickly. Of course, V.'s travel schedule for the next 3 weeks is insane so the pressure is on me to find the right house for all of us. The good thing is that V. and I have been on the same page for the few homes we have looked at together so I feel pretty confident that I know what he would balk at and what he would like. Still though, I hope he can see a house before we make an offer.
Since Saturday D. has had a stuffy nose, most likely caught a virus from me that I've been fighting off since last Wednesday. Today he woke up and refused to stand or walk and when I would change his diaper or put him on the ground (so I could wipe myself, mind you) he would sob in pain. Horrible! I got a doctor appointment and it looks like the virus moved into his left hip and with some Motrin and time, he hopefully will get better. The scary part was that the doctor told me to watch him for pain or stiffness elsewhere because if it moved to his neck, he could get meningitis. Yeah, just a small thing.
So this week on top of all normal things, we will have 2 doctor's appointments for D. and 2 vet appointments, one each for the cats. Tomorrow morning while D. naps after I take I. to school, I'm going out with our realtor for a search and destroy mission to hopefully find our dream home. While part of me is sad to leave the home that we brought our babies home to, part of me is excited for: a vegetable garden for me and the kiddos, a backyard period, a play structure in the backyard, a gardenia plant, room to run and play in the backyard, a larger kitchen, a pantry/storage space for kitchen stuff, space for a play area for the kiddos in the house for imaginary play (cooking etc.), a future dog, a completely detached house and the privacy that comes with it, putting up Christmas lights and decorations... the list goes on. I am just praying that the right house for us comes on the market in the next couple of weeks. It doesn't have to be perfect, just perfect for us.
Monday, September 9, 2013
Last Days of Summer
The last four days of summer were good, full of fun but went by far too quickly.
Day 74...we went to Meet the Teacher day first thing in the morning so we would have the rest of our day. I. already knows her teacher and likes her and having only 12 children in the class, all of whom she knows from first grade, makes me happy. Especially since those two girls are no longer in the class and won't cause drama. I., D., and I went down to the pool for a while and ate lunch down there too. It was so warm that the cool water felt great and D. had a blast jumping off the stairs over and over again. Thanks to the swim lessons this summer, I. is swimming like a fish now and I no longer have to worry about her looking like she's on the verge of drowning.
Day 75 was Saturday and I. went to a school friend's birthday pool party and had a good time. We finished off the day with our normal linner.
Day 76 we went to the park specifically so that V. could help get I. riding without training wheels. Too bad it was so stinking warm but they persisted and right before I was wondering whether it was actually going to happen, she took off across the grass and even made a turn! I was so proud and she was really excited. I'm glad I insisted that V. participate as part of his father role. It's a day she'll always remember and that makes me happy.
Day 77 was Labor Day and we all went down to our pool for a couple of hours for lunch and swimming. For dinner, we went to a barbecue restaurant because you have to have barbecue for the last day of summer vacation and we don't have a barbecue. Kept thinking the house would sell quickly and it would be one less thing to move so we never bought one. Still keeping the hope alive but some days it's hard.
This was one of our best summers - full of fun activities, new experiences, and good memories. It made it hard for me to have I. go back to school because we did have so much fun but I'd much rather that than feeling relieved that she's gone back. It makes daily weekday life simpler but I miss her, I really do.
Day 74...we went to Meet the Teacher day first thing in the morning so we would have the rest of our day. I. already knows her teacher and likes her and having only 12 children in the class, all of whom she knows from first grade, makes me happy. Especially since those two girls are no longer in the class and won't cause drama. I., D., and I went down to the pool for a while and ate lunch down there too. It was so warm that the cool water felt great and D. had a blast jumping off the stairs over and over again. Thanks to the swim lessons this summer, I. is swimming like a fish now and I no longer have to worry about her looking like she's on the verge of drowning.
Day 75 was Saturday and I. went to a school friend's birthday pool party and had a good time. We finished off the day with our normal linner.
Day 76 we went to the park specifically so that V. could help get I. riding without training wheels. Too bad it was so stinking warm but they persisted and right before I was wondering whether it was actually going to happen, she took off across the grass and even made a turn! I was so proud and she was really excited. I'm glad I insisted that V. participate as part of his father role. It's a day she'll always remember and that makes me happy.
Day 77 was Labor Day and we all went down to our pool for a couple of hours for lunch and swimming. For dinner, we went to a barbecue restaurant because you have to have barbecue for the last day of summer vacation and we don't have a barbecue. Kept thinking the house would sell quickly and it would be one less thing to move so we never bought one. Still keeping the hope alive but some days it's hard.
This was one of our best summers - full of fun activities, new experiences, and good memories. It made it hard for me to have I. go back to school because we did have so much fun but I'd much rather that than feeling relieved that she's gone back. It makes daily weekday life simpler but I miss her, I really do.
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Day 73
This was supposed to be a post about how I took D. to LEGOLAND waterpark and then picked I. up from my parents after her couple of days with them. So let's address what the post was supposed to be about: D. and I had a good time together at the waterpark. Another day of no tantrums, no angst and just fun all the way around. I. was tired when I picked her up thanks to my parents getting her in bed late both nights but I'm hoping that she gets some restful sleep tonight so that we can enjoy our last summer weekday tomorrow. Still deciding what we are going to do but am leaning towards going to the beach all together one last time...
Now for the bizarre part of this post. On the way to LEGOLAND today, I remembered that I had had a dream about Mark last night and though I couldn't remember specifics, I remembered that I had had it. Fast forward to two hours into our waterpark visit and I'm standing watching D. play. A couple of other little boys start playing next to D. and as I'm looking at them, Mark pops into my mind front and center. It takes me by surprise because I'm not sure why but then think maybe it's because I'm watching little boys play which reminds me of Mark's little boy. A couple of minutes later, I glance about 4 feet from me and see Mark's wife/widow and I realize that the little boy playing next to D. is Mark's son! Since she cut me out of their lives once Mark was gone, I got my fill of looking at him before I said hello. She didn't realize it was me at first and it was awkward to say the least. She did eventually talk to me but that's not what's important. What sticks in my mind is how his eyes were Mark's (which is what made me think of him) and when she said, "Show Papa's friend your Papa smile," and he smiled and it was that little joyful smile of Mark. I know I should have felt happiness that this was his son and he was obviously a thriving, happy kid but instead I just felt a deep, bone-ache grief and the loss like a knife was just shoved through my heart. Tonight I just let go and felt the sadness as memories of us came flooding in and I really think that although I may be coping well overall, I would be coping better if Mark was still here. We just had a way of being there for one another without expectations that created a calming confidence within each other. I think that lack of expectations was due to being great friends and nothing further, it left all the rest of it out.
With the dream, my glance at his son without realizing it was him, and then his son smiling his smile of Mark's at me, it was like Mark caught my mind, my eye, and then my heart respectively. I'm praying that I will see him again and miss my friend terribly.
Now for the bizarre part of this post. On the way to LEGOLAND today, I remembered that I had had a dream about Mark last night and though I couldn't remember specifics, I remembered that I had had it. Fast forward to two hours into our waterpark visit and I'm standing watching D. play. A couple of other little boys start playing next to D. and as I'm looking at them, Mark pops into my mind front and center. It takes me by surprise because I'm not sure why but then think maybe it's because I'm watching little boys play which reminds me of Mark's little boy. A couple of minutes later, I glance about 4 feet from me and see Mark's wife/widow and I realize that the little boy playing next to D. is Mark's son! Since she cut me out of their lives once Mark was gone, I got my fill of looking at him before I said hello. She didn't realize it was me at first and it was awkward to say the least. She did eventually talk to me but that's not what's important. What sticks in my mind is how his eyes were Mark's (which is what made me think of him) and when she said, "Show Papa's friend your Papa smile," and he smiled and it was that little joyful smile of Mark. I know I should have felt happiness that this was his son and he was obviously a thriving, happy kid but instead I just felt a deep, bone-ache grief and the loss like a knife was just shoved through my heart. Tonight I just let go and felt the sadness as memories of us came flooding in and I really think that although I may be coping well overall, I would be coping better if Mark was still here. We just had a way of being there for one another without expectations that created a calming confidence within each other. I think that lack of expectations was due to being great friends and nothing further, it left all the rest of it out.
With the dream, my glance at his son without realizing it was him, and then his son smiling his smile of Mark's at me, it was like Mark caught my mind, my eye, and then my heart respectively. I'm praying that I will see him again and miss my friend terribly.
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Day 72
Slept like crap last night thanks to the warm evening. When I woke up at 5:45, I turned on the monitor and could hear D. babbling happily and hoped he would stay awake until 6:30 when the alarm was going off. He did and it was so nice to open the door and see his happy little face as he was standing up in the crib facing the door.
I decided that our outing after his morning nap would be a trolley adventure since he was so excited about that before. We caught the trolley at Qualcomm and rode it for 30 minutes to Seaport Village. Lately he's been really good about holding my hand and walking so I decided to take a chance and not try to lug the stroller onto the trolley. It worked out perfectly. He happily sat on my lap on the way there and then held my hand as we walked the half mile to the pancake restaurant downtown. He enjoyed his blueberry pancakes and I enjoyed my pecan pancakes and while we were eating, he kept making the sign for train to verify that we were going to go on the train again. Then we walked back to the station and enjoyed the return trip.
It was so nice to have my little guy resting against me, feeling his baby fingers search for my fingers and hold tightly when the trolley noises were a little intense or as the number of people grew. It was soothing for both of us. I am so thankful that we have found/created physical moments/routines of closeness that has really forged a bridge from our nursing days. There were a few months where we were floundering and trying to find our way, mostly because I was trying to be sensitive and not remind him that we were no longer nursing. And maybe that was necessary for those first couple of months out from nursing. But now, I'm no longer concerned that he's missing it and now we are truly reconnecting in a way that can continue for a long time. Such a relief.
I decided that our outing after his morning nap would be a trolley adventure since he was so excited about that before. We caught the trolley at Qualcomm and rode it for 30 minutes to Seaport Village. Lately he's been really good about holding my hand and walking so I decided to take a chance and not try to lug the stroller onto the trolley. It worked out perfectly. He happily sat on my lap on the way there and then held my hand as we walked the half mile to the pancake restaurant downtown. He enjoyed his blueberry pancakes and I enjoyed my pecan pancakes and while we were eating, he kept making the sign for train to verify that we were going to go on the train again. Then we walked back to the station and enjoyed the return trip.
It was so nice to have my little guy resting against me, feeling his baby fingers search for my fingers and hold tightly when the trolley noises were a little intense or as the number of people grew. It was soothing for both of us. I am so thankful that we have found/created physical moments/routines of closeness that has really forged a bridge from our nursing days. There were a few months where we were floundering and trying to find our way, mostly because I was trying to be sensitive and not remind him that we were no longer nursing. And maybe that was necessary for those first couple of months out from nursing. But now, I'm no longer concerned that he's missing it and now we are truly reconnecting in a way that can continue for a long time. Such a relief.
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Back in the Days
If D. wasn't going to wake up around 5:15 or possibly earlier, I'd go and sleep in I.'s bed. I miss going to sleep knowing he was in my room. Of course, some of the time he was in my room especially when he was getting up to nurse throughout the night, I daydreamed of closing the bedroom door and having the room to myself. At least with D. being my second one, I recognized I was going to miss him being in my room even while I simultaneously had my daydreams, leading me to appreciate those tiring but memorable days.
I am looking forward to opening the door and being the first person he sees in the morning...it's been about 14 months since I had that honor.
I am looking forward to opening the door and being the first person he sees in the morning...it's been about 14 months since I had that honor.
Days 67-71
Can't believe it's the last week of summer vacation for I. It really has been a great summer and when I think of her going back to school, my eyes tear up. But that's a good thing.
Last Friday, day 67, was a normal get things done kind of day. All week our realtor has been going back and forth with some people and we finally agreed to their counter to our counter and I signed the contract that night to open escrow on Monday. Pretty exciting.
Saturday I went for a vigorous hike at the lake while D. was sleeping and then instead of heading to the gym, I surprised my brother by showing up for a few hours at a karate tournament being held in San Diego. We'll leave the conniving girlfriend out of this story for sake of time and say that it turned out fine after some annoying moments and he and I finally have a lunch together on our calendars to look forward to. Big hugs and a kiss and good feelings between us when I left and that is what is important. At the nighttime event, the girlfriend pissed off my mom big time and my dad too so we've got to somehow get her out of here. That being said, this is the first girlfriend of his (and he's had many) that we do not like. All the others became part of the family.
Sunday, I surprised I. with going ice skating just the two of us. During the school year she had a field trip to the rink and really liked it so had been asking about it for awhile. I was kind of concerned for myself since I hadn't ice skated in 30 years or so. Gosh that makes me sound older than dirt and I certainly don't feel like that! It appears to be like riding a bike and I didn't fall and even was able to maintain my balance while keeping I. upright which was difficult most of the time. She had a good time and even though my foot felt like it had a bone bruise most of the time, I enjoyed her enjoying our time.
Saturday night our realtor said that the people who were buying our home wanting to come and see it again on Sunday so we of course said sure but I had a bad feeling about it. So bad that on Monday morning, I texted our agent to verify that we were going into escrow that morning. Come to find out, now the buyers weren't sure if the layout would work for their young children and ultimately they pulled out. I was so pissed off since my understanding is that you make up your mind BEFORE you sign a contract, not after. On Friday I had spent time on the phone with our lender working out details and getting him more info in preparation for going out and making offers. But no, back to the drawing board we go. On a good note, we all went to swim class together (the last one for all 3 of us) and I.'s orthodontic consultation went well with us being told she wouldn't need to worry about anything until she's 12 or so. Even then, it doesn't sound like it's going to be a huge thing so that is great.
Today we finally had Melissa's birthday brunch and it went fantastic. My parents came over and picked up I. for a few days by herself with them so that they can do things that they can't do when D. is over there, ie. LEGOLAND and a movie. So D. and I were on our own this afternoon. We went grocery shopping where he had a piece of cheddar cheese, was offered a banana from the fruit guy and then conned his way into a slice of avocado. Pretty awesome trip for him! Then we came home for a late rest and then since I didn't need to get him in bed until 5:45, when I got him up we went over to the lake for a bike ride - over 5 miles in about 35 minutes. Not bad. It's amazing how simple it is to get one kid in the bath and bed. Like a cake walk!
Trying to figure out some different activities we might do tomorrow since I don't know how his sleep schedule is going to go. When I. is here, once he wakes up in the morning, he stays up because she's up and turning on the light. However, without her, he may fall back to sleep. I plan on getting up 30 minutes earlier to see if I can catch him before he falls back asleep because then our day won't be broken in half by a long nap. I'm not sure it will work, thus the multiple activities that I can mix and match. Regardless, it should be a good day.
Last Friday, day 67, was a normal get things done kind of day. All week our realtor has been going back and forth with some people and we finally agreed to their counter to our counter and I signed the contract that night to open escrow on Monday. Pretty exciting.
Saturday I went for a vigorous hike at the lake while D. was sleeping and then instead of heading to the gym, I surprised my brother by showing up for a few hours at a karate tournament being held in San Diego. We'll leave the conniving girlfriend out of this story for sake of time and say that it turned out fine after some annoying moments and he and I finally have a lunch together on our calendars to look forward to. Big hugs and a kiss and good feelings between us when I left and that is what is important. At the nighttime event, the girlfriend pissed off my mom big time and my dad too so we've got to somehow get her out of here. That being said, this is the first girlfriend of his (and he's had many) that we do not like. All the others became part of the family.
Sunday, I surprised I. with going ice skating just the two of us. During the school year she had a field trip to the rink and really liked it so had been asking about it for awhile. I was kind of concerned for myself since I hadn't ice skated in 30 years or so. Gosh that makes me sound older than dirt and I certainly don't feel like that! It appears to be like riding a bike and I didn't fall and even was able to maintain my balance while keeping I. upright which was difficult most of the time. She had a good time and even though my foot felt like it had a bone bruise most of the time, I enjoyed her enjoying our time.
Saturday night our realtor said that the people who were buying our home wanting to come and see it again on Sunday so we of course said sure but I had a bad feeling about it. So bad that on Monday morning, I texted our agent to verify that we were going into escrow that morning. Come to find out, now the buyers weren't sure if the layout would work for their young children and ultimately they pulled out. I was so pissed off since my understanding is that you make up your mind BEFORE you sign a contract, not after. On Friday I had spent time on the phone with our lender working out details and getting him more info in preparation for going out and making offers. But no, back to the drawing board we go. On a good note, we all went to swim class together (the last one for all 3 of us) and I.'s orthodontic consultation went well with us being told she wouldn't need to worry about anything until she's 12 or so. Even then, it doesn't sound like it's going to be a huge thing so that is great.
Today we finally had Melissa's birthday brunch and it went fantastic. My parents came over and picked up I. for a few days by herself with them so that they can do things that they can't do when D. is over there, ie. LEGOLAND and a movie. So D. and I were on our own this afternoon. We went grocery shopping where he had a piece of cheddar cheese, was offered a banana from the fruit guy and then conned his way into a slice of avocado. Pretty awesome trip for him! Then we came home for a late rest and then since I didn't need to get him in bed until 5:45, when I got him up we went over to the lake for a bike ride - over 5 miles in about 35 minutes. Not bad. It's amazing how simple it is to get one kid in the bath and bed. Like a cake walk!
Trying to figure out some different activities we might do tomorrow since I don't know how his sleep schedule is going to go. When I. is here, once he wakes up in the morning, he stays up because she's up and turning on the light. However, without her, he may fall back to sleep. I plan on getting up 30 minutes earlier to see if I can catch him before he falls back asleep because then our day won't be broken in half by a long nap. I'm not sure it will work, thus the multiple activities that I can mix and match. Regardless, it should be a good day.
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