I can't keep up. I really can't. If only I had an entire weekend in the middle of some night, so I could catch up on those things that I am feeling rather disorganized about, with no little small people to keep steering me off course. But alas, as our bodies fight off Swine Flu and Spring Fever and Seizing The Day and all other things that begin with "S" (I can't think of any more, can you?), I find that we are all needing lots of Sleep, and my middle of the night time is usually Swallowed up with Snoring instead of Staying afloat.
But here I am, yes, in the middle of the night. I fell asleep with the small fries 3 for a few hours then awoke to stoke the fire and fight off the wild animals (isn't this why all mommies wake in the night?) Alas, my faithful spouse is far away, at yet another Dead show. His 5th (would've been his 6th if not for the nasty Madison Square Garden Ticket Debacle) in only a couple weeks, he is having a flashback to college, or something. But he is so happy, and I for him, that this little festive respite of fun-ness has stumbled into his life.
The kids and I, we are squeezing the nectar out of Manhattan. Really, this place never fails to amaze and delight. We have had sunshine--enough to require hats and sunglasses and sunscreen for those mommies who are thorough and prepared (not me). Today, after getting drenched by a monsoon at Jonah's soccer game, and drying out at home for a couple hours, we finally made it to The Rings. It was incredible. There were gymnasts, and dancers, and little girls who will one day be those things too. The most impressive was apparently a PhD in Chemistry who just likes rings. All those Cirque du Soleil performers have to practice somewhere. The "circus arts" are a popular NYC pastime--and there was someone there with about 50 hoola hoops, tightropes to walk, diabolos and juggling balls. 80's music blaring from boomboxes and volleyball games going on around the edges. I felt like I was at Venice Beach or something. The kids exercised themselves silly and then we had breakfast for dinner and most of a Harry Potter movie.
I have more to catch you up on...this was just today, so fresher in my mind. Last weekend Maya, Simon and I took a bus to Baltimore to visit my sister, who was in D.C. on business from Idaho. We stayed at her mother-in-law's inn on the Eastern Shore of Maryland, where she was also a guest, toward the end of her busy week. We had the sweetest little mini-visit. It was a beasty amount of travel with an almost one year old on my lap, but we had such a lovely time. The discovery of the cheap Chinese bus is a great one--the buses are cheap, frequent, comfortable and clean, and they go all up and down the East Coast. The Inn was beautiful with a kitchen as large as my entire apartment, and ducks to feed outside, sunshine, water and I even saw a little bunny when I woke up. Maya I think has a kindred spirit in my sister, as they appear to be the only two people in either of our families with a significant amount of artistic ability. Simon is a lucky little boy that he was born in the city--he does not like carseats at all, not one bit. Lucky him that he can spend most of his time not being confined to one. And lucky for the rest of his family too, since car travel involves either his fussing or someone working their tail off to keep him happy (and therefore keeping the complaining to a minimum). Note to self: This summer, when travelling around the NW for 6 weeks, ummmm, bring lots of snacks for Simon? Something to make the moaning stop.
In other news, the past three weeks has meant a barrage of theater for the kids--all of it has been great stuff, and our last shows of the year. Simon has turned out to be pretty good at sitting and watching and not being too loud. We had our doubts--that kid talks a lot and is pretty loud and insistent when he wants to be. Also on the school front, Maya has just finished Week #1 of Kristin's Homeschool Cram Session. Is it bad to teach the fine art of cramming to one so young? I put together this insane schedule to make up for all the slacking we have done all year. I know, we have to give ourselves a break, it is the first year of homeschooling with three kids, one of whom might as well be called The Destroyer, one of whom has chronic problems occupying himself for any length of time and one of whom just wants to hum tunelessly and make a model of The White House complete with interior design components out of the recycle bin. Sigh. I'd do it again though, and I probably will next year. Meaning if there is ever something cool and fun to do, I drop the academics like a hot potato and with a grand wave of my hand I explain that we'll just make it up later. Well, now is The Later.
Still, if we don't fall off the wagon, we can be pretty much where we want to be by the end of June, ready for a dog free summer of travel. Actually the kids are begging for another dog. We still miss our Banchi, and will definitely be dog free for a while, but there is a spark of a chance that he wasn't really Last Pet after all.
Very much needing to work on our piles, filing, Simon's babybook (now when did I say he first crawled again??), finding homes for all the random jazz that is still not really put in it's place, updating our address and planning our trip to the West Coast. Simon's birthday is right around the corner, and he just started standing alone--yikes! But overall, we are doing great. The boxes are all gone, every last one. The new apartment is working out well.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
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