Showing posts with label fairs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fairs. Show all posts

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Summer lovin'

One can never have too many friends, and we have the best, a large portion of whom we got to see in Connecticut. First, we got to chill in the hot sun with the Grant girls (Hastings and Landry or "Baby Landry" as we like to call her) who happened to be visiting with their mom, Miranda, my oldest friend (she's not old, our friendship is), at the same time we were visiting Connecticut as we closed out the summer New England style. We had the girls play together as much as we could and they loved it and each other.

We got to see quite a bit of both sets of grandparents and our close (sadly, just emotionally, not so much geographically) friends and gal pals the Leary-Infantines who made the trek all the way from Boston to hang with us at the Bridgewater Country Fair. Lucia and Annie were pretty much inseparable by the end of our all too-short visit together. It's crazy to think that this was the first time they had met Oscar or we had met Carmen (their two-and-a-half year-old, man that's a lot of hyphens). The last time we saw them was in Boston and Meredith was 6 months pregnant with that little cutie. Hopefully we can make this an annual affair as the girls had way to much fun (and cotton candy) at the fair.

Now the babies are back at school. Oscar, given our trip to the northeast,
missed his first two days of school (slacker!), but arrived after all of the other kids had gotten over their separation anxiety so he could really shine with his. That kid loves a spotlight. But after a few dramatic sobs (I listened outside the door), he did great and had a blast. And it must be a really good school, because he's starting to put a lot of words together to form sentences we can actually kind of understand (if the wind is just right and you try to imagine yourself listening under water). His favorite phrases: "Close that door!" and "drink of water?" He still loves the trash and helping to make the coffee and feed the cats in the morning. I'm hoping to have him take over most of my household duties by age 2. Fingers crossed.

Annie is doing two exten
ded days at school now, the same days that Oscar is at his school, so Mama is finally getting some me time. Sadly, I used the first week to catch up on some much-needed deep cleaning, but man, you can eat off my floors (Oscar often does). Annie loves bringing her lunch box to school. She's also started ballet again and with the exciting addition of tap shoes. What a smile patent leather can put on a girl's face. Oscar also started his music class again this week, so my role as chauffeur is back in business. Moms should totally earn frequent driver miles. I'd have at least six trips to Fiji by now.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

The last hurrah

Annie and I made a pilgrimage to Connecticut to do our last plane ride as only child and mom. We visited Nana and GrandBob and Oma and PapaJoe, as well as our friends Denise and Trout. We also got to see our good friend Sarah from high school (mine, not Annie's ... she's smart, but not that smart) and found some fun at the Bridgewater Country Fair (as exhibited by the pineapple on a stick), which I partook in pretty much every year of my childhood. It was a lot of fun for one short week. Now that we're back, Annie's starting her Monday, Wednesday, Friday of preschool and yesterday was her first day. She did awesome. I was a little nervous because we put her in a "threes" class, when she's really not three for another couple months. But she seemed to do fine and got a smiley face on her daily report, so we're relieved. She can also read! Well, not really, but she's read this book enough that she makes a pretty good case. Here's her reading in her favorite reading spot as of late, pull up a bath mat, Nana:



In other news, I'm huge. Well, not huge, but I feel a lot larger with this pregnancy than I did with Annie's. This may or may not be true, but I'm scared for the last two months of this ride. I have another ultrasound in a couple weeks to checkup on a fibroid that has a slight possibility of interfering with something (but I think it's just another excuse for the dr.'s office to bill our insurance for another ultrasound). And, maybe due to the hugeness, I'm exhausted. I have spurts of nesting energy but mostly I would trade my right arm to be a good napper. I guess I know where Annie gets her resistance to day-time sleeping. Annie's recent love of the nap though gives me hope.