Saturday, July 11, 2015

Day in the Life: Summer 2015

Date: Wednesday, July 8

Cast of characters:
Tim: 40
Rachael: 36
Delaney: 8 years old today!
Annie: 6
Timmy: 3, about to turn 4 in a couple weeks
Baby #4: 18 weeks gestation

Today it's just Annie, Timmy and myself at home. Tim's out of town for work and Delaney's visiting family in Massachusetts. It's very unusual for it to be just the three of us.

6:30 a.m. My alarm goes off. I get up, start my coffee brewing, make my bed, and brush my teeth. Then I plop down on the couch for coffee, morning devotion/prayers, Facebook, and whatever else I feel like perusing. It's so quiet and peaceful. 
7:50 a.m. We're off to a slow start this morning. I start to cook my eggs and Annie joins me in the kitchen. She and Timmy have been sleeping late this summer. 
A couple minutes later, Timmy makes his way out to the living room, collapses into the La-Z-Boy and sticks his thumb in his mouth. I tell him he's a lazy bum and playfully squeeze his leg.
8:30 a.m. We finish up breakfast and I clean up afterward. This would have been a pool morning, but unfortunately I ran out of time yesterday getting the kids' school registration done. I got Annie and Timmy's done, but today we still have to go do Delaney's. It's a time-consuming process because it takes 25 minutes just to drive there each way. If I had a little more motivation to get us moving earlier and faster, we'd still have plenty of time left in the morning for swimming. But I don't. Oh well.

I cue up a prenatal yoga video on YouTube and set up my mat. Since I discovered the wealth of yoga videos online, I've decided I'm breaking up with the Y. It's just too easy to do this every day in my own house, and too hard to get to the Y most days. I can handle the added distraction of Timmy rolling his cars around the mat or sliding books under the edges. Today he's happy to snap a few pictures of me too.
9:20 a.m. I've still got to water my plants. I can't believe how fast this morning is going. None of us is even dressed yet.
Everything looks so pretty in the morning light. I got this pretty pot on the right at Lowe's a couple weeks ago. I hope I can keep it alive because I love it!
9:45 a.m. to 2:30 p.m. or thereabouts. I don't have any pictures except one from this entire chunk of the day. We go to Delaney's school and get her registered -- a much quicker process than yesterday because I know where to find her school and I only have one set of papers to fill out this time. Then we come back home and have lunch. I make Annie and Timmy eat in silence because they've been bickering nonstop, all the way home in the car and then all the way in the door. Then I start naptime early, in hopes of an afternoon trip to the pool. 

At some point I call the Y to cancel my membership, and I'm told that I will have to go in person to fill out a membership termination form. Of course.. They're banking on the people who are too lazy to go there in the first place being too lazy to go there to cancel. Smart of them.
2:30 p.m. We're in luck today -- no lightning within 5 (miles) warnings this afternoon. Thunderstorms are common just about every day here in the month of July. But today it's hot and sunny, no threatening storms. 
Timmy always has a wedge when he gets out of the pool. He says wedgies are "the worst thing ever."

4:00 p.m. We get home from the pool. I am SO hungry. I haven't had anything to eat since my lunch of leftover fajita chicken and peppers with chips and pico de gallo. That filled me up so much I forgot about eating for awhile, and that's unusual for me. I'm weak with hunger by the time I come in the door. I turn on the oven right away and start pounding and breading chicken breasts to make chicken parmesan. 

Timmy asks me if he can knock on the door of the "boy who has a lot of toys" and see if he can play. He means the boy who just moved in two doors down. I remind him that the boy's name is Peter and with a sigh I say, "Go ahead." After I see him run out the back door and across the yard separating our houses, I think that it might not have been a bad idea to walk him there since they don't really know us and are not expecting Timmy on their doorstep. But then I figure they'll just send him home if it's not a good time, and I go back to getting dinner ready.

My phone rings a minute or two later, and glancing at the number I don't recognize, I say, "I bet I know who this is." Along with cookies, I also gave them a card with our contact info a couple days ago. Never know when you're gonna need it! It is indeed Peter's mom, just making sure it's OK that Timmy is at her door, and it's OK for him to play. I tell her that he did have my permission and I'm being kind of bashful and apologetic, like, "I hope it's OK,.. it it's not send him home, .. just while I'm getting dinner ready.." Just babbling. She says she's happy to have Timmy play, and says she'll "walk him back home in a little while." I almost tell her it's not necessary to walk him home, but just as quickly I change my mind. After we hang up I shake my head and chuckle to myself. She must think I'm the worst mother in the world. I totally trust these people after having met them once. The kids are happy and polite and the parents are very nice to talk to. And the grandmother speaks with a British accent, which shouldn't win them any points at all, but for me it does. She even offered me tea while we were there on Monday.

4:45 p.m. The chicken is out of the oven, so I dash over to get Timmy. I chitchat with them for just a little bit, but I am almost delirious with hunger by now so I keep it short. I thank them very much for having Timmy over. I like them a lot and hopefully they don't disapprove of me too much. So far I think they're good neighbors. Now I'll wait with bated breath to see who moves into the house right next to ours.

5:30 p.m. At last the pasta is ready too, and I am serving up dinner to the three of us. 
5:50 p.m. We sing "Happy Birthday" to Delaney in Massachusetts. Then we eat our own treats in lieu of birthday cake. Timmy and I have ice cream and Annie has strawberry shortcake.
6:20 p.m. Annie and Timmy play for a little while on the jungle gym out back and I clean up the kitchen and take out the recycling.
6:45 or thereabouts: The kids come in sweaty and dirty, wanting to relax and watch Disney Jr. I have them take a bath first and put on their pajamas. Then the two of them assume their positions on the couch, Timmy sucking his thumb and Annie snuggling up with her face against one of the white feather pillows that she has adopted as her new "lovey." Unfortunate since the tags on the pillow covers say "spot clean only." We'll just have to see about that.

8 p.m. Bedtime for two children. I settle down with a cup of pregnancy tea (a blend of red raspberry leaf, nettle and alfalfa) and a really, really good book, Leaving Time by Jodi Picoult. Jodi Picoult books have been hit-or-miss the past few years for me, but I would say this one is one of her best.
I talk to Tim for a bit, tell him about how I made a less than stellar impression on the new neighbors, and listen to his day. I take my book back to bed after that and read until I can hardly keep my eyes open, and probably turn off my light at around 10.

I realize as I finish this post three days later that I really need to take better notes or at least more pictures, especially if it's going to take me this long to write up a DITL. There's a lot of this day missing! Next time.

Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Family visit, 4th of July, and Delaney's lucky day

Tim Sr and our niece Alexa came down last Wednesday to spend a few days with us. We had a lot of fun. I have to admit I worried that we would bore Alexa to death. We had never had any cousins come to visit us before, either here or in NC. I thought that our simpler, more small town way of life (as well as our routine with little kids) would be a whole lot less exciting than what she was used to in Massachusetts. But if that was true I never could tell. She seemed as cheerful and content as could be no matter what the plan was, be it the pool, a walk, quiet time at home, the colors ceremony, church, downtown, whatever. She was so sweet to her little cousins even when they were being annoying, and really nice to have around. I know that cheerful and content is not necessarily the default setting for 11-year-old girls either.
Tim Sr made lots of good use of his camera's self-timer. "Let's take a selfie!" "It's not a selfie, Grandpa!" Or is it?
Delaney and Alexa have been penpals and buddies for awhile now. Alexa told us that it got harder to think of things to write about as it got closer to July, because Delaney's big surprise was all she wanted to talk about. But we all did a good job of keeping things under wraps.

We had a little birthday celebration for Delaney on Friday. Her birthday is actually on the 8th, but we had to pick a day while we were all together, so that was it. She had a rainbow roll (sushi) per her request. The rest of us had pizza, shrimp and salad. Tim got her a sheet cake that was blank in the middle so she could decorate it with her own drawings of animals, because that's what she wanted to do this time.
That was an enormous rainbow roll. I think I ended up eating half of that myself.
After we sang 'happy birthday' Tim and I gave her a card. She read it out loud to everyone, including Grandma and aunties on Skype. Inside Tim had written, "We're going to miss you when you're gone." Delaney didn't even miss a beat, just kept on reading, but Annie was like, "Wait, where is she going?" Tim prompted her to look at the piece of paper folded up inside the card and tell us what it was. It was an email from JetBlue .. a flight itinerary .. Savannah to Boston .. for what day? Monday, July 6 .. And who else is flying to Boston on that day? Alexa started waving at her like, 'Hellooo, it's meeee.."
She was really excited. She had not seen that coming at all. But wait! There was more. Grandpa had more gifts -- one for Delaney, one for Annie, and even one for me. They all looked like this, each with our own monogram.
Don't you just love the little box? Tim's sister Karen put these together for everybody. She is so crafty. I think they were meant to be a Christmas gift. Maybe the other girl cousins got theirs for Christmas.
The rest of us will fly to MA on July 23rd, we'll see Taylor Swift at Gillette Stadium on the 25th (the girls anyway), do a lot of visiting with family and friends, and then on the 30th we will pry Delaney away and take her back home.

Now we could all pat ourselves on the back for managing to keep this a surprise for at least 6 months.

And now I'll just share some more pictures from their visit, in no particular order:
There I am floating alongside them. How often do you see an adult on their back floating in the pool? It's the best feeling, especially since the water's been cooler than usual due to rain.
Digging for crabs
I love the photobombing waitress!
The afternoon/evening of July 4 was rainy so we stayed inside right up until it was 20 minutes from the time the fireworks were supposed to start. We got in the car and drove two minutes away to the same spot on the river we watched them from last time, then just kept waiting in the car until they started. Despite this being kind of dull as far as July 4 festivities go, everyone was in their red, white and blue and having a good time and being silly. Then we got out and watched the fireworks across the river, got back in the car and were home five minutes after they ended. Can't beat that.
On Sunday we walked to Mass and Tim Sr took lots more good pictures beforehand of us all looking nice.
Look at Tim back there, he's such a dork.:)
Then he sneaked some pictures during Mass, and Delaney later declared that to be "so disrespectful."
And one more "selfie" before heading back home.
The next morning was kind of rough when everyone left for the airport but me, Annie and Timmy. (Tim had to go away for work too.) See, ever since Friday night Annie had not given up on the idea that she ought to be going to Massachusetts with Delaney and them. We actually considered it, first back when we were in the planning stages many months ago. We decided then that she wasn't ready to be so far away from us and for so long, especially with her personality. Then on Friday night after she told her dad she really wanted to go, he started to feel bad and he called the airline and started figuring out what it would take to get her ticket changed. We talked about it some more and I really didn't feel good about it. We KNOW Delaney is ready for a trip like this, but with Annie we can only guess. It's one thing to be guessing when we're talking about an overnight stay or something in our own zipcode, but 1000 miles away in Massachusetts? Nuh-uh. If she were to get homesick, she would be miserable, everyone around her would be too, and we wouldn't be able to do a darn thing about it. So, with hearts heavy we told her that it wasn't going to happen.

She kept holding out hope, though, even packing her bag and standing on the sidewalk when they were all getting ready to go. It was really sad. She cried hard when they left. After I got her to come inside with me she kept crying on the bench and I tried to soothe her to no avail. Then I said, "I think you just need to be sad for awhile." I walked away and just started neatening up, not knowing what else to do. About an hour or so later I asked her if she wanted to make cookies with me. She brightened up right away. I think baking is her love language. We made the most delicious dark chocolate chip cookies, kept some for ourselves and brought the rest to the new neighbors. It ended up being a good day. And then today, besides waking up grumpy and staying in bed late (just to avoid us), she's been her usual self. 
On the agenda this week: school registration (2/3 of the way done as of today), lots of pool time, an OB appointment for me, probably dinner at Moe's on Thursday (when kids' meals are like a dollar), and whatever else we find for ourselves to do.

I'll leave you with one last picture that Tim took of our happy little traveler at the airport, wings and all.