What I am Doing:
wake up at 6, grab H and the day's supplies and jump in the car by 6:40, kiss H goodbye (as he happily runs off after the cat and dog) at his babysitter's, drive to work and arrive by 7:20. Work! Leave at 3:10, go pick up baby, make dinner, put baby to bed by 7:30, rest.
What Jon is Doing:
wake up at 4:30, bikes the 20 minutes to work, WORK, return home anywhere between 7 and 9 (hopefully). Rest.
What H is Doing:
Waking up around 2am crying for me! This has been going on for about a week now :/ Goes to play with his buddy Eli for the day. Takes daily walks to the park. Yells ball! at all spherical shaped things, gives sloppy kisses, thumps on the back and little squeezy hugs. 17 months old now!
Visitors!
Sister Katie is home from Yellowstone and I've convinced her to spend some time with us in our ridiculous excuse for a guest room. She also has taken on some bear watching duties. :)
On the homefront:
Courtesy of Katie our dining room is almost done being painted a deep red. Next is the winterizing of our 1925 pulley-system windows.
On the pavement:
We are running the Alger Halloween 5K this weekend. I did it last year and I believe havent run in like 11 months....
I also get to bike to work occassionally when Katie is here to watch the bear.
On the Menu:
Anything that Katie makes for us :) Also fall soups, including my favorite butternut squash.
On the Telly:
Still trying to get through The Wire but it's hard as we don't have much down time in the evenings. Outside of Yo Gabba Gabba and a renewed interest in 30 Rock I havent been doing alot of that...
On the bookshelf:
Just finished Walk Two Moons which totally broke my heart. I love juvenile fiction. Also on the reccommendation of my co-worker I'll try the Hunger Games and hope it lives up to the hype.
On the bigscreen:
I went to see Harry Potter at the cheap theatre (4$!) with Katie, and Planet of the Apes with Jon. I enjoyed them both. But neither of them have agreed to go see Twilight yet...
On the plans:
We're looking to reschedule our lost week of vacay for the latter part of February. We are currently debating between going to LA or NYC. Still unsure.
What to do next?
Go downstairs, fix dinner, wait for Jon and perhaps work on finishing that red wall...
Monday, October 24, 2011
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
A Little Perspective
Oh Tuesday, tuesday. You feel kind of like Friday. I think today marks the end of this crazy, topsy turvy week we've had over here.
On Saturday I was close to throwing myself a pity party, as I lay wide awake on a hotel bed at 6am clinging to my cell phone hoping to hear back from my husband about how baby H was doing.
But now it's Tuesday. I was treated to a dose of perspective and it didn't taste good. But it did put my head back on straight and the pity party is no more.
Yes, H was supposed to be the ring bearer at Kellie's lovely wedding. But it didn't happen.
Jon was supposed to drive over Friday, but he didn't get to see the wedding.
We were supposed to board the 11:30a plane to LAX Sunday, but that didn't happen either.
Sickness overtook poor H Friday morning. He was babied through the night by Jon and a steamy bathroom, but by Saturday morning he was struggling to breath and had a high temp. It was time to bring him in to the ER. He was diagnosed with an acute case of croup, given emergency treatment then steroids. The very worst part of all this was when I called Jon and heard his wheezing cry in the background. My skin wanted to peel off.
Getting the all clear, and calm yourself call from Jon saved the day for me. It allowed me to be more than just physically present at Kel's wedding. I got online, cancelled the trip and snapped back to the moment of a gorgeous, ann arbor day of celebration.
I would have been thankful had sickness been the only thing that happened to dampen this joyful event. But it wasn't, and our hearts break for it. We lost our dear Tia Raquel Friday morning. She was my great-aunt, my Abuelita's sister. Somehow saying her title, great-aunt, doesn't convey how much she was like another grandmother to my me and my sisters.
I have a million memories of her and her house in Alma, M. I loved her fridge and the many colorful magnets she'd have on it. I would sort and organize the magnetic fruit from the little hot dogs and the musical ones. I loved her voice and her accent. I love that she knew Harrison and Jon. I love that I have her name as my middle name. I love how she looked like my Abuelita.
One great regret I have is not being there for my Abuelita's funeral. She passed away in early spring 2005 while I was far away in Finland. It didn't allow me to grieve amongst family and even now, 6 years later it feels like an unfinished chapter. And I don't know how to close it.
So this morning, I left the little boy with his dad and drove that familiar road up north, past the bottomless lake, ambling through the city of Amble, driving past the country club that we so often ate at, going across those railroad tracks and into the yellow-shag carpeted Catholic church that is fixated in memory. And I got to say goodbye.
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