Mondays always feel so good. Fresh starts I guess. Also, trash and recycling day. Those things combined. ; )
I signed Abigail up for a frozen dance camp this week at the pace center so we were up early for that since it goes from 9-11. We always get birthday/Christmas money for the kids so I explained to Abigail that grandparents that live far away give money and I bought her four ballet lessons. She was giddy and squeaking and squealing with excitement.
We left the house around 8:30 to allow plenty of time to get there and find the room and turn in registration and everything. Brady was so so sad that he couldn't stay. I had considered signing him up too, but it had a lot of emphasis on "your little girl will love this class" and zero mention of it even being open to boys. I'm sure they wouldn't have discriminated, but I refrained anyway. But he was sad and multiple times today he's asked when he can go to ballet class and can I please find him a boy ballet class. I told him I would sign him up for sports or soccer or something but he's still sad about ballet.
So I comforted him the best way I know how and offered him a trip to chick fil a. I'd just grabbed him and Elizabeth and got them clothes and in the car so neither of them had eaten. I nursed Elizabeth in the car and then we went to chick fil a. Brady brought in his ticket (a coupon for free small waffle fries that we got at Parker days) and was so cute when he gave it to the cashier and said "can I have French fries please?" And I got my free frozen lemonade from my calendar card (thanks mom!) and then two chicken biscuits that we actually paid for. ; ) I got Brady saltines while we waited but he was playing. When he came back, he promptly gave me two (I'd given him four). I don't know what it is but he has been super into sharing lately. Even food and candy which is crazy because he loooooves food and candy. Honestly, I don't even share my candy. But he's been so good lately about looking at what he has and then looking at what other people have so he can share (like when Chris gave him two Pringles and then Brady immediately gave me one of them... And kept doing it every time) and it blows my mind every time. It's probably just a phase until he learns that it's more fun to eat it all, but right now I'm really trying to learn from his example. I got two white chocolate temples on Sunday from the RS instructor. You better believe I thought about sharing and definitely decided against it. I'm terrible. Anyway, Brady played and ate with me and it was just great. It was so fun to have that one on one time with him (because Elizabeth doesn't really count... Sorry Elizabeth!) and just talk and share and eat and laugh. He's such a funny guy. And really into manners lately. Opening the door for me and saying thank you. He loves to say your welcome too. As we were leaving, I helped push open the door and told him "thank you" for opening the door for me and he said "thank you" too. I was all "no, you're supposed to say 'you're welcome' to me" but he corrected me. "No, I say thank you too because you were holding the door too so you say thank you and I say thank you because we were both helping each other!" Also, he ate an entire chicken biscuit and half the fries and half the drink. I was stuffed so I have no idea how he managed to our eat me... I mean, he also had saltines and cherrios too and I didn't even eat my whole chicken biscuit because I was sharing with Elizabeth. The whole date was just perfect.
We stopped by sprouts on our way back and picked up bananas and a bit of produce to last us for the week. So much easier with two kids than three.
Abigail had a great time this morning at her dance camp class. I hope she enjoys the rest of the week too. She makes a cute ballerina.
We went straight to the library after because it's just down the street and story time starts at 11:15 now. I love that time so much better than 11. We left around noon and just did lunch, cleaning up, Elizabeth down for nap, etc when we got back. The kids watched a show and I started a blog for Chris's parents just making the texts and pictures they've sent us into organized and titled posts. We'll see how long I last until I can't keep up anymore and have to turn it over to Klaudette if she's still interested. We'd talked about it a bit before she left but I'm sure she'll be busier than even she anticipated. We'll see.
Honey was traveling today so he came home early at 4 instead of fighting traffic to go into the office for a few minutes. He brought us chick fil a as a surprise (not knowing that Brady and I went there this morning) and we took it to the pool and ate and swam for a few hours. Speaking of swimming. All of Brady's practice in my tub paid off I guess because he know how to swim! He can't and won't, but he knows how. Like he can swim several feet but will only do it in shallow two feet water. So we need to work on having him take breaths and then put his head back under to keep swimming. Abigail still only wants to swim with her head above water which means she bobs into deeper water until she can't reach. It's like she's strategically drowning herself. Man, those kids.
Then bedtime. I fed Elizabeth more when we got home because I mostly only gave her watermelon at the pool. Some chick fil a but I don't want to spoil her taste buds. ; ) And the girl eats so much that she could have downed probably ten nuggets so I just gave her a lot of watermelon instead and then at home she ate 2.5 Roma tomatoes and a third of a can of corn before I cut her off and took her up for bed.
Every morning and afternoon and night, I'm completely exhausted. And then somehow I stay up past midnight again. Summer is killing me that my kids don't fall asleep until after its dark and I just need more time to myself.
All day today, I've been thinking about Granny. She had a fall yesterday. And got a new hip today. Never a dull moment with that whipper snapper. With her new hip factored into the rest of her body, it just seems she's only getting younger. I wish I was there for her. I know she probably wouldn't know the difference, but for me, I do, and it kills me not to be there. I just want to hold her hand. We held hands when I visited her in the hospital on my last visit and it was magical. I just want to hold her hands again.
I need a good night of sleep for my tired mind. Hopefully this brain dump will do the trick.
