I don’t have much to report, other than the fact that the last two weeks have not been fantastic. The whole family got slammed with a nasty bug; I won’t go into details except to state that this was not a good time to be down to a single bathroom. Fortunately, it was staggered so when Chris got sick, I was done puking and could be on kid duty and vice versa. I don’t love this particular aspect of parenthood.But the good news is that we’re done painting downstairs and will be attempting wood flooring this weekend. That was supposed to be last weekend’s project but, well, the plague happened so it got put on hold.
Such is life.
In other news, I’ve decided to do a birth announcement for Emma, even though it’s going to be about six months late. At the very least, it’ll be nice to have for her baby book. I’ve got them designed but am waffling on photo selections.
I realized the other day that our Diaster Plan needs to be updated. Peeps, do you know who is going to pick your kids up in an emergency or how you’ll get home if you have to walk? Chris’ route involves potentially swimming under the University Bridge (or ‘borrowing’ a boat from the Pocock Center) in the event that the bridges are out. Thank you, watery Sea-Town. Additionally, how much food do you have stored and who is your out-of-town contact? Have you prepared for your pets and kids? We’ve added a jar of formula in our kit for wee little Emma and Bailey is going to love an earthquake as it’ll be the only time he gets canned doggie chow. Visit the RedCross for ways you can prepare your family and make a family emergency plan.
Speaking of Emma, our little girl is becoming more mobile: she started rolling over on Sunday. She’s sneaky about it too: Chris and I spent a long time staring at her, willing her to show off her latest trick. No dice. But the minute we looked away, PRESTO! On her tummy! She looks so darn pleased with herself and she’s got a huge cheering section in the form of one proud big brother. I adore these two.
Most of the time.
Ben managed to break his first window and dig up parts of my vegetable garden in his quest for buried pirate treasure. Am I the only one that silently recites the serenity prayer on a daily basis? I love this kid, but man he knows how to push my buttons.
xo,
Sonja
