Friday, July 31, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Are you ready for this weather? Because I’m not. High ninety degrees this week? Is it just me, or have we had WAY more than our fair share of eighty to ninety degree weather this summer? And it’s not even AUGUST yet. Where did Seattle go and when was it replaced by Chicago??
Lucy and I have already been outside all morning trying to enjoy the cool low eighties (at 8:30 am! I KNOW!) and get some much-needed weeding done in the garden. With the sunny days and the commitment I’ve made to a thing called “Watering Your Plants” both the edible plants and the weeds have gone gangbusters. I harvested another pint of strawberries, a couple leftover peas, and a couple cups of green beans (which will go quite nicely with the grilled chicken I have slated for dinner). Lord knows I’m not lighting the oven AT ALL this week. If we can’t grill it or eat it cold, it will not be in the house.
I’ve been sitting here making a list of Things To Do to stay cool this week. Because I KNOW that the whining of the hot, teething baby will bore into my skull and I will lose all patience and become the mom that says “Shut up!” to the baby that doesn’t understand - unless I have a prescribed list of outlets.
On the list:
- Get groceries (take a reeeeealy long time and be sure to buy popsicles)
- Eat popsicles every ten to fifteen minutes
- Go to the Childrens’ Museum for hours and hours and hours
- Go shopping at Target for stuff we don’t really need
- Play in the sprinkler in the yard (while Mommy sits under an umbrella and sips a pina colada and is fanned by the pool boy)
Not on the list:
- Go for a run
- Go to the (unairconditioned) Fremont branch of the library
- Bake a delicious blueberry pie
- Clean the kitchen
Hopefully we’ll make it through. In general, Lucy’s been better than I have expected, but she certainly has perfected the Whine. This past weekend it was about ninety degrees, and we went to my friend’s housewarming party. She bought a house with a couple acres on which she’s starting a little hobby farm just west of Olympia. She has goats and a fat little pig and dogs, and Lucy was in heaven. And except for the hair plastered to her head with sweat, I would not have even thought that she felt the heat!
The moral of that story is: If You Keep Her Occupied, She Will Be Happy (dummy).
And that is just what I plan to do. List in hand.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
I have the most awesome chill baby EVER. I don’t even know why I worry. I shouldn’t. I mean, Lucy basically takes care of herself.
Our friends’ wedding this past weekend was great. The ceremony was sweet and personal because a relative of the bride officiated – but he was RETIRED and OLD and every time he paused for more than a second or two, I wanted the groom to shake him and make sure he was still alive. And he also introduced the bride and groom and Mr. and Mrs. and everyone clapped, and when the clapping died down and before the recessional music started someone on the alter murmured something and the old dude said “Oh! Did I miss something?” and the groom said something like, “Can I kiss her?” And it was awkward and funny and the groom kissed the bride after that and they exited to twitters of laughter and Cannon in D.
Lucy didn't notice
The reception was nice too; they had a buffet at a huge sportsman’s club because there were about 300+ people there. It was in Tacoma, which is basically the Wisconsin of Washington. As we were driving home, the Bubba said, “If we ever thought of living here, I would just as soon live in Wisconsin. It’s basically the same except instead of being right next door, we’d be 2000 miles from family.”
My compliments to the chef
We brought Lucy’s clip-on chair down to Tacoma with us just in the off chance we’d need it. And I’m so glad we did. She sat on the end of a long banquet table and smeared her chewed-on crackers into the club’s linens while the Bubba talked shop with some other engi-nerds and I made my way through a gorgeous glass of ice cold white wine. And she sat there playing with a plastic cup while the toasts were offered to the happy couple, and she sat there shimmying her shoulders to the music while she and I shared a piece of strawberry-filled butter cream-goodness cake.
I got a chance to chat with friends while the Bubba took Lu to listen to the music and watch the dancing, and by this time it was already after 8pm. Lucy was obviously starting to get tired, and the Bubba and I were ready to call it a night too, since we still had an hour’s drive ahead of us. So we said our good byes and collected that priceless clip-on chair and loaded up.
Lucy stayed awake for the entire ride home singing to herself and letting us know when we passed a truck, and the Bubba and I had a contest to see how many songs we knew the lyrics to all the way through.
And when we got home, I gave that baby a bottle, the Bubba stuffed her chub into some pajamas, and she went to sleep at almost 10 without a peep not to be heard from until 7:15 the next morning. And she made up for the sleep she missed with longer naps on Sunday.
No crabbing (that couldn’t be attributed to her top two teeth that are FINALLY making an appearance, that is), no crying, no drama.
She MUST be her father’s daughter.
Friday, July 17, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
- bath (dat-th)
- more (mo!mo!mo!) (as pertains to food)
- walk (wah, wah, wah, wah, wah, as we hold her hands so that she can walk)
- NONONONO (usually as she does something I tell her not to)
- water (wa-ttt)
- circle (euh-ckl)
- oops (ooop)
- moo, moo
- quack (mack, mack, mack: in Lucy's world, birds say this as well as ducks)
- Ruff, ruff (muh, muff)
- change (diaper)
- buttered toast
- anything outside where she might see trucks or busses
- the pool
- her sandbox
- reading books
- knocking on doors
- how to make tears come while fake crying
- how to bear walk so that her delicate knees don't touch the scratchy grass
- how to pull all the books off the shelves in the living room
- how her legs work to climb up on things
Monday, July 6, 2009
I’m not dedicated to the idea of watching fireworks. They’re nice and I enjoy them, but I would just as soon go home and read in bed. Part of the issue is that they don’t start until after 10pm, and, as everyone knows, I’m a pumpkin long before then. What a riveting life I do lead.
Anyway, I would have loved to bring the Pack-n-play along and stick Lucy in it around her normal bedtime and then wake her up to walk home around 11 when the fireworks were over. But then I overthink it. Would she scream and make everyone miserable? Would she wake up Violet? Would it be more of a pain than it’s worth? Lucy has basically never slept away from home – is this really the time I’d like to try it out?
I went through the same thing when we were considering camping for the first time. What would the sleeping logistics be in our tiny tent? What about warming up a bottle? Do I REALLY want to deal with it at this point? (That answer was “no.”)
I blame all of this on the fact that I don’t have family in town. There’s no real reason for me not to keep to a schedule. There's no spending the day at Grandma's or sleeping over with cousins. There have only been a couple of occasions when I’ve really wanted Lucy to be able to sleep in the car or in the Pack-n-play somewhere else. She’s never even been babysat in a wakeful state.
I’m beginning to think that it’s a shame. It’s too bad that I never leave her with someone during the day (but then, who would THAT be?) or brought her with to sleep however/whenever/wherever we are. But it’s just worked out more easily that we make it home and the schedule just kind of bends to fit.
We have two weddings coming up in the Tacoma area, and this is one of those times when I really really really wish there were some way I could leave Lucy with someone and leave town for the evening. These weddings are full of fun friends and we’re really looking forward to seeing everyone and cutting a rug.
I can’t imagine the scene that would happen if I left Lucy with someone else at bedtime – not that she’s a difficult putter-downer, quite the opposite. We just have a very tight little routine down. And not only that, but I can’t imagine that first time it happens and my being all the way in Tacoma if it doesn’t work out. Nightmare.
So I guess we're opting to take her with us. And that part I don’t mind in the least - I love showing her off and spending time with her and letting her experience new things. It’s just the bedtime part that becomes and issue. I don’t want to LEAVE the party at 7 (would we even have finished dinner by then?! I think not!) and nor will Lucy be a joy to have around as she gets more and more over stimulated. So should I bring Lu home after dinner and leave the Bubba to party? Or should I bring the sling and convince her to sleep in that for a while? Neither of those are necessarily idealistic through a "fun" lens.
Sigh! Family, when are you moving out here?? I want to leave my kid with you.
Friday, July 3, 2009
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Four years ago today, I met my Bubba in the conference room of the church. It was warm, but not hot enough to explain the little sweat drips making their way down my back. “You look amazing,” he said. And there were tears in his eyes. I got nervous that he was sad about being there with me and my heart started beating a little faster as I plotted ways to make a run for it.
Enjoying the view, Bubba?
The truth that made me stay was that I had met my match. He was funny and nerdy and liked things that I couldn’t comprehend like snowboarding and reading textbooks and pop culture. And he liked that I like things that he couldn’t comprehend like French and discussing current events. He made me want to be a more interesting person: better liked, more adventurous, more patient with people.
But really, I had no idea. And I suppose I’m lucky that way – as good as it seemed, the Best Of Us didn’t happen right at first. I find that four years later, I couldn’t possibly have imagined a better match. Something happened to bring us together, and something made us want to get married, but we couldn’t have guessed at how we have grown together.
There were times that first year that I packed the car to run away. There was a time when my Bubba kicked a fan over in frustration. There were times we thought we rushed into things and times we wished the learning curve weren’t quite so steep. We learned that loving each other is hard ass work. But we also learned that we’re up to the challenge. And any other challenge, for that matter.
We make a pretty good team.
Four years ago I promised my best friend that I would grow with him and love him and cherish him. And he promised me that he would encourage me to be everything I want to be and support me in my shortcomings.
Being married to my Bubba has been the hardest, most gratifying, and most inspiring thing in my life. And I know that it will take a lot more hard ass work as time marches forward. But man, is it worth it.