First of all, I hate going so long between posts. It seriously annoys me and sometimes I wonder how I could possibly not have found enough time to write a post but somehow I managed to stay up-to-date on all my shows. I guess it’s because I almost never watch my shows with out simultaneously doing something else more productive, which further confirms for me that I am too busy. And this post is going downhill fast because holy boring so let me entertain you with the list of shows I watch on a regular basis and include a clip from each because it’s Saturday and I know you need to fill your useless video quota:
-Parenthood – Maybe my favorite show ever. It is so real and relate-able and I’m pretty sure I’ve cried in at least 50% of the episodes I’ve seen. If that’s not a recommendation I don’t know what is.
-Parks and Recreation – Not entirely appropriate – full disclosure here. But it is HILARIOUS. (this clip contains a bad word)
(And perhaps I am Leonard.)
-Downton Abbey – because the British accents and cool outfits fooled me into believing it wasn’t a shloozey soap opera for about 10 seconds.
I’m just gonna do us all a favor and stop there.
K so. We went camping. All four of us. And thankfully we waited until mid-October so the weather would be nice and fallish and Virginia accommodated us by being 86 degrees on Saturday. But the nights were cool and Malachi got to go swimming so it all worked out. The kids had all sorts of fun swimming, hiking, getting dirty, playing on the playground, notsleeping in the tent, and doing really rustic, campy things like watching the iPod for hours on end every time we needed one of them to be still long enough to cook dinner. It was really great though – we will definitely do it again. .
So. You know how people say things sometimes like, “She’s so happy she poops rainbows” or whatever? Well. Pooping rainbows is not a skill that any of the Dillingers possess, and believe you me, if it was this whole potty training thing would be a lot more exciting. I think rainbows would be easier to clean out of the carpet. And I know you are thinking, “Yay! More potty training talk!” so I will be a good little blogger and indulge you. We started again yesterday and after I declared that the star chart would fill up faster if we renamed it “I went on the carpet,” Malachi finally got the message and has done really well since. Let’s hope he gets it down by Tuesday (don’t pop my bubble, I know) because this whole sitting at home all day staring at your naked kid thing is getting kind of old. Kind of fast.
Although yesterday I did venture out of the house to go grocery shopping. I waiting until the kids were in bed and dragged my exhausted self to the store to buy a flipping MOUNTAIN of groceries because I knew it was better than waiting til Monday and taking both kids. Got all the way through the check-out line and got carded for the first time in a looooong time (my theory is that they never card women with kids) and discovered….crap. No wallet. No ID. No money. No card. No dignity. The nice woman behind me offered to buy my “mommy juice” because “you need it” (I blamed my brainlessness on potty-training) but I had to put my cart in customer service, drive home and get the wallet, drive back and pay for groceries whilst having a panic attack when I realized I had almost 0 gas, get gas, drive back home, put groceries away, and then collapse on the couch with crackers and cookies and TV. But the whole time I was just grateful. Thank you God that the lady behind me is nice. Thank you that I wasn’t buying ice cream. Thank you that I didn’t run out of gas. Thank you that no one hit me when I ran that red light. THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU that my kids weren’t with me. Thank you that they didn’t make me start over. And let me tell you – that was totally a God-thing because God-in-Allie is grateful even when life stinks but Allie-in-Allie is just ticked off. And then I got home with 29 bananas. I’m not sure where the 21 came from that I didn’t pick up but I’m pretty sure some other late-night shopper is pretty annoyed now that they have to go back to the store before they can make their banana pudding or whatever.
I bought a new pair of Tom’s this week and I’m so excited. I joined ebates and their cash back combined with the 10-dollar coupon and free shipping Toms was offering caused the rational, must-save-the-most-money-possible-at-all-times part of my shopping persona to feel like, THIS IS IT. BUY THEM NOW. But after I bought them I started feeling really conflicted because, although Tom’s one-for-one thing sounds great in theory, in practice it actually can be really dependency-producing and local-economy-stunting. But on the other hand, maybe it’s still better than buying shoes made by some underage kid in a sweatshop somewhere? I really don’t know.
The steam…. it runneth out. Oh! Let’s make a case for impulse buying because it’s Saturday and you all just got paid. A few months ago my sister and I went to an Avett Brothers concert and I said it then and I’ll say it again – if you don’t like the Avett Brothers you are no longer invited to my life. Anyway, there was this awesome poster they were selling there – designed by an artist, unique to the city we were in, numbered, high-quality, etc. My sister bought one and I thought, “That’s appropriate. Her house is all musical and quirky and it fits.” And then I looked at the price and thought, $25 bucks for a poster? Uh. No. And you know what? Three months later I STILL regret it. Like, you’ve heard of buyer’s remorse? This is called tightwad’s remorse. Anyhoo, occasionally I’d look on ebay or something in vain but yesterday….I FOUND IT. And it’s beautiful. And I will either buy it or beg for it for Christmas but either way… it’s 40 bucks. FORTY. And if I had just bought it on impulse in the first place it would have been 27.5% cheaper but:
Well look at me getting to number 7 already (already = hours later). I’m getting new glasses today for the first time in four years and I am super, super psyched but also nervous to pick them out myself for the first time ever. Hopefully I don’t post a picture of myself next time looking a hot-mess, but hey! At least it will be a different kind of hot mess and I guess that counts for something.
Last night I acted like I don’t even have kids and went to a concert an hour away with my sister and I didn’t come home until after midnight and then I stayed up a whole nuther hour – get this – pumping to make up for it. I know! Cray!
In all seriousness though, we went to see the Avett Brothers and if you don’t like them you are no longer invited to my life because they are amazing and the concert was amazing and I also took an amazing picture of them that I will treasure forever.
Me and the kids are going to the beach tomorrow with my Dad’s family and while I am very, very excited that I get to go on an extra vacation (perk of being a stay-at-home-mom) I’m really sad Jeremy can’t come. He didn’t get to come last year either and he missed Malachi’s first ever experience at the beach which was exactly what you hope it will be: he stopped screaming like a madman, started beaming like a gladman (bad, I know, I’m tired), and crawled as fast as he could possibly go straight into the water. I doubt Naomi will do the same this year but at the crazy rate she is growing and developing you never know.
Speaking of Naomi, has she lost hair? Other than the ginormous bald spot in the back I mean. I can’t decide if she’s lost hair or if her head is just bigger and her hair is also lighter but I remember I went through the same conversation about Malachi when he was little and he DEFINITELY lost hair. All but three, if I remember correctly. Anyway, weigh in:
I’m really distracted because I’m watching Parenthood right now and do you watch it? Because if you are a parent and you don’t watch it oh my word. It is amazing. I love it. I’m very addicted. Also we are only on season one so please don’t spoil anything for me like the woman on the plane did by watching it RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME and showing me that _______ ended up with _______!!!!!!!!! (See how I’m not ruining it for you? That’s how it’s done.) There was a scene somewhere in the first season where the dad widens and almostrolls his eyes at his son before responding very sweetly and patiently and I thought, YES. That is EXACTLY what every parent ever has done.
Today one of my closest friends was in town for a few hours and we got to all hang out. We each have two kids now and babies don’t pose well for pictures so I’ll spare you the drool and lazy eyes but! I will show you these two because oh my word THESE TWO. Aren’t they the cutest?!
Also? My garden!!! There are a bunch of green tomatoes, zucchini blossoms, squash blossoms, cucumber blossoms (flowers?), my beans and peas are climbing all the way up a five foot pole, my corn is growing and the only things not doing so hot are the peppers and lettuce. So for a first time gardener, I’m pretty happy with myself.
Number seven was gonna be a link to my other blog with a recipe because dinner tonight was so good that I couldn’t stop complimenting the chef (moi) and I took pictures and everything to blog about it again and guess what? Nope. Not tonight. I know the suspense about what we ate for dinner tonight is going to kill you until next week, but you’re just gonna have to make do.
2 weeks passed and did anybody miss me? I hope so. I missed me! I really thought I’d write one more post before we left (nope), a couple while I was there (nope), and one right after we got back (n-to-the-ope). I still haven’t finished unpacking and I don’t really have time for this, but has that ever stopped me before?
WARNING: picture overload follows
Day 1, Tuesday We woke Malachi up at what felt to him like 1:30 in the morning, drove to the airport, got through check in and security where he thought it was FUNNY to put his lovey through the x-ray machine (miracle right there), bought breakfast, boarded the plane, and waited for Malachi to fall back to sleep.
And eventually we just gave up. But, he stayed happy and never melted down and did manage to take a one-hour nap, so there’s that. Naomi stayed happy as well.
All was nice and well and good until we landed in Seatlle and I kid you not: EVERY (actually all but one but it feels more dramatic to say every so) EVERY elevator was out of service. It took us 40 minutes just to get down to baggage claim. But it’s alright. We got there, nursed, napped, visited, and crashed.
Day 2, Wednesday Malachi’s dreams came true and we went to the zoo where we got to see real-life bloop-bloops, grr-grrs, oo-oos, and woo-oooooos. He also gave himself a hug and got to go down a really big SAH-eed.
Then we went to Great Grandma’s house where Naomi got to meet her for the first time and Malachi enjoyed napping, producing the biggest poop-bomb ever in his history, and singing and dancing to every song he knew.
Day 3, Thursday <—(Apparently WordPress didn’t pass elementary school because it told me I spelled Wednesday and Thursday wrong.) Thursday we went to the Seattle Center where Malachi rocked out the children’s museum and the international fountain. He was really, really into cleaning up the trash at the fountain and his favorite part of the museum was grocery shopping so maybe he needs to get out more? Who knows.
Later that day we went to see Aunt Becca and Malachi played on a playground for the second time that week. By the end of the week he had played on a playground 5 days out of 7 – go Seattle! ..
Day 4, Friday Friday we got to drive north a bit and visit Jeremy’s best friend and family. They have an incredible story that you should check out. It was so, so good to finally get to spend some time with them! Jana and I are planning to marry off Naomi and Cohen so stay tuned for the latest developments.
First we went to an indoor jungle playground which was fun, and then we went to an awesome park. It was designed so that Malachi could do the whole thing by himself and we didn’t have to constantly supervise.
Danny and Jana also brought cupcakes. The boys hated it, as you can see.
Day 5, Saturday Saturday was awesome because Jeremy and I went on a date to celebrate our fifth anniversary. And not just any date – a half-day date. Round of applause. We went to the Ballard Locks which were super awesome on their own and made awesomer by the presence of jumping, barking seals. We went to Kerry Park and got a great view of the city. We went out to eat at a place that I loved and Jeremy thought was “fine” (story of his life). We walked around downtown and talked and explored and laughed about almost running out of gas and had a great time. I love him.
Day 6 – Sunday Sunday was church and then a big family party. Malachi had fun playing with all the wonderful toys that Grandma had gotten for him. He also loved following around his cousins. Naomi also enjoyed all the people and family. She stayed up about 5 hours past her normal bedtime. Great-grandma held her and sang to her for a while and it was so sweet that I teared up.
Day 7/8, Monday/Tuesday Monday morning we just hung out around the house, packed, weighed everything because we really did bring 100 pounds of stuff to Seattle with us, and tried to avoid thinking about how sad it was that the week was ALREADY over and that we were leaving. I’m always sad to leave Seattle but this was definitely the worst for me. I wish it wasn’t so far and that Jeremy’s parents could see their grandkids way more often.
But at least we had another angelic plane flight to look forward to. I really was hoping it would go as well as last time. Let’s just say that Naomi screamed through an entire flight and layover, the only available food options in our budget for dinner was Burger King, and Malachi got a whopping 3 hours of sleep that night.
Then we drove home from NC where Jeremy and I switched off driving three times to stay awake and then my heroic/crazy husband actually did a half day’s work on 30 minutes of sleep. He did make an important declaration though. “That McDonald’s frappuccino really helped so the next time I’m tired all we need to do is get one of those.” Duly noted.
This was neither 7 nor quick so thanks for tuning in to my “takes.” Go see Jen for more awesomeness.
I have precisely three minutes to put my digits in overdrive and pound out a post so wish me luck.
We are going to Seattle in 6 days. And when I say we I mean ALL FOUR OF US are going to Seattle in 6 days. Also, I originally typed 3 weeks instead of 6 days. I have no idea why except maybe subconsciously I know that I need 3 more weeks to get ready but ooooh well. We are currently half-way through adjusting Malachi’s little system back 3 hours so that he can actually enjoy the trip there so at the moment he is napping at 3:00p.m. and going to bed at 9:00 but within the next 6 days he will be napping at 4:00 and going to bed at 10:00 and just shoot me now.
I manage to stay pretty put-together and organized so my to-do list before we go is pretty manageable. It includes:
Clean entire house. It’s been a few months weeks, so uh, it needs it.
Make comprehensive list of things I need to pack for the kids.
Pack myself. Pack my children. Re-pack my husband after he haphazardly throws items in a giant suitcase and forgets his medicine and pajama pants.
Download apps for the iPad that will occupy Malachi in the airport/security/plane.
Fold the laundry mountain that just. never. stops.
Distribute brochures and flyers to (count them): 15 different restaurants and churches with 1 to 2 children in tow (really looking forward to that one).
Finish writing, addressing, and sending thank you notes from 3 months ago.
Buy father’s day presents.
Hope I can manage. As you can see, I’m responsibly using Malachi’s nap time right now to accomplish number 10. Go me.