With a borrowed projector from work, we made it happen at our house, with neighbors and ice cream. Perfect.
Rio was a hit.
I think we might make this an annual tradition. Other than it freezing, it was a success.
Friday, September 16, 2011
Outdoor Movie CK Style
One of the "to-do's" on our Summer List was a trip to the drive-in movie. We missed an opportunity with our neighbors and then never had the chance.
With a borrowed projector from work, we made it happen at our house, with neighbors and ice cream. Perfect.
Rio was a hit.
I think we might make this an annual tradition. Other than it freezing, it was a success.
With a borrowed projector from work, we made it happen at our house, with neighbors and ice cream. Perfect.
Rio was a hit.
I think we might make this an annual tradition. Other than it freezing, it was a success.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Happy Grandparent's Day
My parents called me Sunday afternoon, I could sense they wanted me to come over...hinting that there would be food involved, dinner for the kids? What did they want? Tell us, we are at the store.
I had actually looked forward to an afternoon alone, with kids outside, playing, enjoying the last days of sun. Me inside, putzing around like I do best. A bit of laundry, cleaning and whatever else that I could find so easily to fill my day. Honestly, I didn't want to go. But I could hear that longing for company in my parent's voice. The longing for a houseful of kids and grandkids. Our (the whole family) intentions for a Sunday dinner has gone way with busy summer schedules. The sound of their voice reminded me that I (we) need to make it a priority.
So at about 5pm, we got in the van and made a quick visit to the padres for dinner. Syl and Don joined us.
We ate, talked and laughed as we do so well, when we get together.
My dad reminded me it was grandparent's day. Happy Grandparent's Day to the best of the best.
(That is baby Lucas, who is my parent's neighbor's grandson. He visits my parents on a daily basis, letting himself into their house for the lollipops or into the backyard for the toys or sometimes to critique my mom's choice of nightgowns. Thanks Lucas for visiting them, they love it!)
I had actually looked forward to an afternoon alone, with kids outside, playing, enjoying the last days of sun. Me inside, putzing around like I do best. A bit of laundry, cleaning and whatever else that I could find so easily to fill my day. Honestly, I didn't want to go. But I could hear that longing for company in my parent's voice. The longing for a houseful of kids and grandkids. Our (the whole family) intentions for a Sunday dinner has gone way with busy summer schedules. The sound of their voice reminded me that I (we) need to make it a priority.
So at about 5pm, we got in the van and made a quick visit to the padres for dinner. Syl and Don joined us.
We ate, talked and laughed as we do so well, when we get together.
My dad reminded me it was grandparent's day. Happy Grandparent's Day to the best of the best.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Friends
My sister is still best friends with her best friend from elementary school. They talk often. Visit each other. It's amazing. I'm in awe. My niece remains close with the same core of girlfriends from middle school -- 14 years ago. They celebrate the big things, and the little things. Weddings, divorces, babies, illness. They are always there for each other, thick and thin.
Probably not so surprisingly, I have no friendships from my school days. But I am blessed to have a number of girlfriends in my adult life.
18 years: My dear sweet Alesia went to school with my ex-husband and was also the first wife of his best friend. Both our first marriages didn't last, but our friendship endured and remains strong today. She's the kind of friend that I can talk to about EVERYTHING. She has been there through pregnancy, delivery, divorce and heart ache. Some weeks we talk daily, other weeks maybe once a week, sometimes for 5 minutes sometimes for 55 minutes. I know we will grow old together, and I look forward to it.
10 years: Romie is the neighbor mom I am most close to. Tonight she and her family had us over for dinner. We have kids in similar grades. We talk, share mommy stories, what's working, what's not, what's on the horizon. We support each other. I think good things will come.
There are more wonderful women in my life.....including my ya-ya's. They warm my heart.
Lilia has a neighbor friend, Esther. Her mama and I were pregnant together. They laugh, share, pretend and play. She is sweet and patient with my bossy Lilia. I love watching them together. BFFs are the best!
Probably not so surprisingly, I have no friendships from my school days. But I am blessed to have a number of girlfriends in my adult life.
25 years: JKM -- my ex-coworker. We had lunch together on Friday. It was 2+ hours that could have kept going, even with no wine. I love our time together since we can talk about many things. My Joanna Banana has been with me through the rollercoaster of my life, with support and no judgement. We won't see each other for months but always pick up right where we left off. She's an amazing person, I love her so.
18 years: My dear sweet Alesia went to school with my ex-husband and was also the first wife of his best friend. Both our first marriages didn't last, but our friendship endured and remains strong today. She's the kind of friend that I can talk to about EVERYTHING. She has been there through pregnancy, delivery, divorce and heart ache. Some weeks we talk daily, other weeks maybe once a week, sometimes for 5 minutes sometimes for 55 minutes. I know we will grow old together, and I look forward to it.
10 years: Romie is the neighbor mom I am most close to. Tonight she and her family had us over for dinner. We have kids in similar grades. We talk, share mommy stories, what's working, what's not, what's on the horizon. We support each other. I think good things will come.
There are more wonderful women in my life.....including my ya-ya's. They warm my heart.
Lilia has a neighbor friend, Esther. Her mama and I were pregnant together. They laugh, share, pretend and play. She is sweet and patient with my bossy Lilia. I love watching them together. BFFs are the best!
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
JH
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| scar from fall # 2 in the last week. |
He's recovering well.
It's hard for him to sit still. I mean really, how much Cartoon Network can someone watch? Even JH is stir crazy.
He went outside today and practiced juggling.
I watched, and only had to remind him a few times not to use his head.
He's been clingy lately. Tonight we made cookies together.
I heart him.
Monday, September 5, 2011
We are still trying to check things off our Summer 2011 list of to-do's. There just seemed to be not enough time this summer to do it all. Or maybe, I think, my funk left me a little less energetic to get out and explore all those adventures and activities.
As I pulled into Dash Point State Park, it dawned on me that maybe, because it was a holiday, the park would be busy. I guess the back-up of cars to enter was a give away too. Since I was adamant, maybe even more so than my children, we were going in.
I decided to park by a picnic table to eat our lunch first. No sense carrying bags and a cooler through people scattered on the sand like seed. We had our PB&J's, chips and drink under the big umbrella.
I've never seen it so crowded. Didn't these people have somewhere else to be, but on my beach? Have I ever mentioned I don't like crowds.
We walked, over people, winding, trying not to knock sand from our feet on anyone.
I found a spot in the shade, we settled in.
The tide was just going down, which left nice wet sand, perfect for making forts, moats, tunnels and cities.
There was alternating trips to the water to rinse off all the sand.
Lilia announced, "I don't like salty water, only lake water", but she kept jumping in. While Alex was irritated and ready to go home.
Dashpoint and Beach, check.
As I pulled into Dash Point State Park, it dawned on me that maybe, because it was a holiday, the park would be busy. I guess the back-up of cars to enter was a give away too. Since I was adamant, maybe even more so than my children, we were going in.
I decided to park by a picnic table to eat our lunch first. No sense carrying bags and a cooler through people scattered on the sand like seed. We had our PB&J's, chips and drink under the big umbrella.
I've never seen it so crowded. Didn't these people have somewhere else to be, but on my beach? Have I ever mentioned I don't like crowds.
We walked, over people, winding, trying not to knock sand from our feet on anyone.
I found a spot in the shade, we settled in.
The tide was just going down, which left nice wet sand, perfect for making forts, moats, tunnels and cities.
There was alternating trips to the water to rinse off all the sand.
Lilia announced, "I don't like salty water, only lake water", but she kept jumping in. While Alex was irritated and ready to go home.
Dashpoint and Beach, check.
Saturday, September 3, 2011
JH
Sofia, Alex and I ventured out to buy some new school shoes at Macy's tonight. I was hoping I could spend some time buying me something with the $50 GC my lovely B got me for my birthday. In true male fashion, Alex got his new converse and then there was the drag, as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders....dragging around Macy's....."can we go home now?" "I'm done shopping, can we go home?".
And then the phone rang.
Irritated to be bothered on my once in a blue moon outing, I picked up. Good thing. My sweet JH was playing outside and fell backward and hit his head on the cement.
Shopping ended immediately and I raced home, maybe a few California stops and a bit in excessive of the speed limit, but I have the sense, and I'm sure I'm wrong, that only I can figure out how to tend to my babies.
On the couch, with ice pack, nurse mama evaluated the situation. Small abrasion. Slight swelling. A quick login to Group Health online, and a call to the nurse. As much as I don't want to take any chances with a head injury, I cringe when I hear the nurse say, "it would be best to see him in urgent care, can you bring him in?" And so I did. Departing the house at 8:30...
I dislike urgent care.
Check-in. Wait.
JH falls asleep.
Triage. Wait.
JH falls asleep.
Room for check-up by physician. Wait.
JH falls asleep.
Radiology for x-rays. Wait.
JH falls asleep. (40 minutes, I finally had a fit with the receptionist, hmmm, in within 7 minutes post fit, and there was someone ahead of me/JH. Hmmm.)
11:10 leave. Diagnosis. Concussion.
11:15 stop at 7-11 for cherry slurpee and chocolate donut.
11:30 we are home.
12:06 am I'm typing this with a handsome JH in my bed. I warned him, every 2 hours I'll be shaking him up asking, "where are we and what is my name". He's prepared. I'm not.
Night.
And then the phone rang.
Irritated to be bothered on my once in a blue moon outing, I picked up. Good thing. My sweet JH was playing outside and fell backward and hit his head on the cement.
Shopping ended immediately and I raced home, maybe a few California stops and a bit in excessive of the speed limit, but I have the sense, and I'm sure I'm wrong, that only I can figure out how to tend to my babies.
On the couch, with ice pack, nurse mama evaluated the situation. Small abrasion. Slight swelling. A quick login to Group Health online, and a call to the nurse. As much as I don't want to take any chances with a head injury, I cringe when I hear the nurse say, "it would be best to see him in urgent care, can you bring him in?" And so I did. Departing the house at 8:30...
I dislike urgent care.
Check-in. Wait.
JH falls asleep.
Triage. Wait.
JH falls asleep.
Room for check-up by physician. Wait.
JH falls asleep.
Radiology for x-rays. Wait.
JH falls asleep. (40 minutes, I finally had a fit with the receptionist, hmmm, in within 7 minutes post fit, and there was someone ahead of me/JH. Hmmm.)
11:10 leave. Diagnosis. Concussion.
11:15 stop at 7-11 for cherry slurpee and chocolate donut.
11:30 we are home.
12:06 am I'm typing this with a handsome JH in my bed. I warned him, every 2 hours I'll be shaking him up asking, "where are we and what is my name". He's prepared. I'm not.
Night.
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