Rylie went to bed last night with her pj top on backwards.
If you know my child at all, you know that something here is terribly wrong… and you’re right. She was too busy to notice her fashion mistake, completely melting into the floor and crying herself toward dehydration from being so absolutely tired that she could not muster the strength to go on one. more. minute. Dude, let’s be honest. I wasn’t that far behind her.
I was alone last night because Curt was stuck at work late putting out a (figurative) fire. The three cherubs and I had just returned from riding therapy. Abby June (9 pounds 6oz) had 3 vaccinations that morning at her 2 month+ checkup and was not speaking to me. Gus Man refused to get out of the van because it was raining and he wanted to catch the rain in his shoe AND THEN DRINK IT.
It was not our finest moment, lemme tell ya.
Ry’s tired because on Tuesday we started a new schedule: school from 8:30 to 3:30 instead of coming home at 11:30. Most of her pre-school class stays for lunch and daycare in the afternoon. There’s built-in nap time and outside chaos, as well. Since she’ll be jumping into school 5 days a week next year, we thought it good to start stretching her days out… even just ONE day a week.
If today is any indication of what I have coming in September 2012, hide your chocolate and your medications. I was not built for these kind of days. Advice or commiseration welcome.
Your book recommendations from Monday are FABULOUS. My Hold List at the library is full and that makes me giddy. Right now I’m in the middle of Expecting Adam and could not be more attached to this woman and her journey through pregnancy while being a student at Harvard and finding out she was pregnant (in the late 1980s) with a Downs Syndrome child. No one told me about this book. No one told me how absolutely smart and hysterical and true this book is. You should read it. I dare you.
Next up will be Oh My Stars. Holly thinks that’s me on the cover. I’m not going to tell her she’s wrong.
Did I mention that my mom won the naming contest for Sugar’s calf? No? Hmmm. Funny thing, how time slips away like money at a carnival. The top three winners were Caramel Grande, Baby Grand, and Spicy Little Mexican Number. I let Curt chose between the three and he really liked Baby Grand… TXN Rio’s Baby Grand Special is her official name, so there you have it. Mom, next time you have a baby shower to go to the gift is on me.
I leave you with this quote from Martha Beck in Expecting Adam:
Whoever said that love is blind was dead wrong. Love is the only thing on this earth that lets us see each other with the remotest accuracy.
I have no plans for this weekend other than family dinner on Sunday and keeping Gideon out of the chicken feed bin. I need rest, if not physical then simply mental. Come ye, Legos and Long Naps. I hold the door wide open for boredom and un-healthy snacks. Bring on the rain, the wood-stove fire, the nachos for dinner. I’m ready.
Have a fabulous weekend, Folks. See you Monday!