Saturday, March 27, 2010
There were many things for sale that we may have enjoyed biddng on but the kids refused to participate in quilt browsing, preferring to frolic with the myriad rabbits, pygmy goats, chooks, or horses - Oh! the horses! Each one had to be cart-driven by one of the hosting Amish men to show off their chops. This fellow seemed to be the local Amish favorite, causing a wave of twitters amongst the young Amish girls I stood next to. He was a handsome fellow, almost making the dutch boy haircut work for him.
It definitely speaks to who I am that I simply couldn't get past the sad fact of all that black suiting made of polyester double-knit. Gack! There is nothing less comfortable, less attractive, and scratchy. It can make you sweat on a 30 degree day, but it does indeed wear like iron. The poor Amish elders must miss the days of wool and cotton.
There was much physical investment that helped the naps and later bedtimes. Bale jumping, ring around the rosy, and running amongst the barns.
We passed the parking lot on the way back to our car.
Very nice, but I love my Mazda.
Friday, March 26, 2010
At 9:17 this morning I realized that I was in various stages of doing all the following AT THE SAME TIME:
-feeding the kids
-feeding the dogs
-packing the diaper bag for the day, including hydration, snacks and lunch; diapers, spare clothes, toys, wallet, phone
-washing my hair (in the kitchen sink)
-calling 3 doctor's office to get 2009 yearly out-of-pocket expenses mailed to me since I need them for taxes and can't keep track of it myself over the course of a year
-dressing Monito (this involves laps in between bits of clothing)
-dressing Pequita (this involves NO HELP, but close monitoring to ensure warm clothes and a minimal of filmy princess garments)
-making/drinking Earl Grey (I lose my tea mug 47 times a morning; this evening I finally found it on a low shelf next to the potty in the bathroom)
-cleaning the breakfast mess up in kitchen
-planning the grocery list in case I made it to the store (requires computer)
-breaking up a (few) fights between kids
-called insurance company to argue an ultrasound not being covered
-gathering library books to be returned (forgot a DVD in player)
-getting kids dressed in coats, mittens, hats (fuck winter! I'm ready for no layers!)
-rushing to get returnable bottles packed in car to cash in at grocery store
-re-dressing kids as dramatic play caused them to undress to the skin to play "Beach"
-creating new ritual of holding hands in circle and taking deep breaths with children to keep from doing bodily harm; evolved into Ring around the rosy (Thank you, Larry Cohen!***)
We made it to the library and home for naps by 12:30, and were up, fed and perky with the house vacuumed and rugs out freshening in the cold winter sun by the time the 10 year old for whom I do after school care got off the bus at 4pm. Nothing to show for the day, but holy moly, I feel like I need a medal. Seriously, I may have to institute a job-review chat once a month with the wife just for the external validation.
***Playful Parenting by Lawrence Cohen is the single-most useful book I've read about parenting. I cannot recommend it enough.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Every morning that my father is visiting he and my son shave each other; being a trusting man, he willingly hands over the razor to my not-quite-three year old and coaches his razor around the terrain of his face. My dad said that he feels as though he goes through a can of shaving cream per visit, as there are days when Monito shaves two or three times. So now I will fall asleep with my pillow whispering to me about love and connections and family, trust and bonding and manly rituals.
Sweet dreams indeed.
Friday, March 19, 2010
I am grateful for my my clean car; I took a nap with the kids and my mother washed, vacuumed and detailed the whole thing. I don't know what the kids will snack on now that the stray Cheerios and Goldfish have been removed from between their carseats. Look - you can see the carpet!
I am grateful for spring! We spent the whole day outside - playground in the morning and a hike at a nearby wildflower preserve in the afternoon. Warm sun, sweet smelling air, and grandparents. Nothing better, save for weekends when Homestead Mama can join too.
I am grateful to be able to tell my parents all the time that I love them, that I see now, as a parent myself, how hard it was to raise three kids close in age and do such a good job of it. I am grateful I had kids in time for them to have a chance to know and adore their grandparents.
What does spring mean to me? The snakes are back! They slip out of the cracks in our garage foundation in order to sun themselves on nearby rocks. In a few weeks we'll have many baby snakes to keep the adults company. It could be worse.
I love spring!