Saturday, September 24, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Vacation Bliss
So....vacation. It was 4 weeks ago and feels like a lifetime away. It was the most relaxed and carefree I have been in a long time. But of course as soon as I found myself back within 10 miles of home, all holy hell broke loose and it is back to the daily grind. Perhaps more stress then I left with actually. But I guess thats always the way.
OhMyGawd you guys. Our house was f-ing amazing. I want to live in this house for the rest of my life. The balconies. The ocean breeze. The hardwood floors and hot tub. The first night Wyatt and I got to enjoy an ocean view room (Just cause not everyone was there yet. Evidently, ocean view rooms where saved for the "adults", whatever that means.) It was blissful. Sounds of the ocean lulling us to sleep. The cool beach breeze blowing the curtains. The sunrise over the water. Totally an indication on how the rest of the week would pan out.
Wyatt was in his element. He would wander to the beach after his daily pancake breakfast. "Mom, I'm hungry. I want pancakes." was the daily request. When he was done with the beach he would move to the house. Then the hot tub which we lowered to a balmy 80 degrees. Then to one of the upper decks for some puzzles. He was so content to wander around from person to person. Wyatt and cousin William were amazing. They got along so well. They got on the top bunk of the bunk beds with Mike and were playing delivery trucks. Seeing Michael trying to keep up with 2 truck loving boys was hilarious. I have to admit I think Wyatt's most favorite day was at the hotel during the black out. He ran up and down the hallways with a flash light for HOURS. Ohh right. And there was that time in the lobby while we were playing scrabble that he asked "Did you spell Vagina? You spelled vagina, right?" in his loudest voice possible. Yes! That was memorable! I actually spelled Vampire, which I thought would be equally impressive. Evidently not as impressive as a 3 year old yelling vagina in a generator powered lobby filled with hurricane displaced people.
This requires a little back story. About 3 months ago, Wyatt, Mom and I were in OshKosh and I just went up to pay when Wyatt ran up to me with these "sparkle shoes". They looked like Chucks but are silver and sparkly with pink stretchy laces. I didn't really care that he wanted the sparkle shoes. I would have bought them for him. But I'm cheap and they were $32. I don't think I would even spend that much on shoes for myself. He threw a fit. I had to carry him out of the store crying. I thought he would forget about it by the time we got home. He didn't. Because he has an amazing memory. Every time a package arrived at the door he asked if they were his sparkle shoes. While in NC, he tried to get into a locked closet, insisting that his sparkle shoes where in there. I tried to appease him with different sparkle shoes from Sears. He was not impressed and not fooled. "Those are not MY sparkle shoes." In a crazy turn of fate, while shopping, I found Wyatt's Sparkle Shoes on sale for $15 in NC. I was going to wait for Santa to bring them but I couldn't stand it. I gave them to him the moment I walked in the door. With the whole family there to witness the joy on his face and then a little annoyance when I couldn't get them on his feet fast enough. It was LOVE. He loves these shoes. He insisted on wearing them on the first day of school. Wyatt, my love, you ROCK those shoes.
OhMyGawd you guys. Our house was f-ing amazing. I want to live in this house for the rest of my life. The balconies. The ocean breeze. The hardwood floors and hot tub. The first night Wyatt and I got to enjoy an ocean view room (Just cause not everyone was there yet. Evidently, ocean view rooms where saved for the "adults", whatever that means.) It was blissful. Sounds of the ocean lulling us to sleep. The cool beach breeze blowing the curtains. The sunrise over the water. Totally an indication on how the rest of the week would pan out.
Wyatt was in his element. He would wander to the beach after his daily pancake breakfast. "Mom, I'm hungry. I want pancakes." was the daily request. When he was done with the beach he would move to the house. Then the hot tub which we lowered to a balmy 80 degrees. Then to one of the upper decks for some puzzles. He was so content to wander around from person to person. Wyatt and cousin William were amazing. They got along so well. They got on the top bunk of the bunk beds with Mike and were playing delivery trucks. Seeing Michael trying to keep up with 2 truck loving boys was hilarious. I have to admit I think Wyatt's most favorite day was at the hotel during the black out. He ran up and down the hallways with a flash light for HOURS. Ohh right. And there was that time in the lobby while we were playing scrabble that he asked "Did you spell Vagina? You spelled vagina, right?" in his loudest voice possible. Yes! That was memorable! I actually spelled Vampire, which I thought would be equally impressive. Evidently not as impressive as a 3 year old yelling vagina in a generator powered lobby filled with hurricane displaced people.
Lizzy tried to wake board. It was a huge failure. I have a thousand pictures of her laying in the sand. Most of the family watched and heckled. Because, seriously you guys, it looks like it should be so easy. In all fairness, I tried as well and I believe there might be a shot video of me EATING IT and then letting the wake board float out into sea. I think James was the only person that really got it. Trust me guys. It is WAY harding then it looks.
There was an EPIC game of drunken Jenga. Honestly, it was an impressive game regardless of the drinks consumed which I think makes it more impressive that the game lasted so long. I took a ton of pictures and most of them are hysterical for the faces of the people in the background. Take this one of Tim for instant. Brilliant. I think the best block was STFU which had everyone screaming "Shut the Fuck Up" at everyone else. Or maybe the accent block which had Michael imitating an Indian/English accent and mumbling about elephants. But I think them most memorable game moment was on our last night playing Catch Phrase. Tim was trying to get Dad to say Guerilla Warfare. Tim goes "Very sneaky fighting through the jungle. A huge monkey with a banana." Dad just sat there for 5 minutes looking blankly. We were trying to finish all the beer before we left, but still, thats no excuse.
This requires a little back story. About 3 months ago, Wyatt, Mom and I were in OshKosh and I just went up to pay when Wyatt ran up to me with these "sparkle shoes". They looked like Chucks but are silver and sparkly with pink stretchy laces. I didn't really care that he wanted the sparkle shoes. I would have bought them for him. But I'm cheap and they were $32. I don't think I would even spend that much on shoes for myself. He threw a fit. I had to carry him out of the store crying. I thought he would forget about it by the time we got home. He didn't. Because he has an amazing memory. Every time a package arrived at the door he asked if they were his sparkle shoes. While in NC, he tried to get into a locked closet, insisting that his sparkle shoes where in there. I tried to appease him with different sparkle shoes from Sears. He was not impressed and not fooled. "Those are not MY sparkle shoes." In a crazy turn of fate, while shopping, I found Wyatt's Sparkle Shoes on sale for $15 in NC. I was going to wait for Santa to bring them but I couldn't stand it. I gave them to him the moment I walked in the door. With the whole family there to witness the joy on his face and then a little annoyance when I couldn't get them on his feet fast enough. It was LOVE. He loves these shoes. He insisted on wearing them on the first day of school. Wyatt, my love, you ROCK those shoes.
Monday, September 12, 2011
43 Months
Hey You,
You started school again on Monday. You were beyond excited. I hope and pray that this lasts well into your high school years. You have been coming to work with me for a few weeks. First, I have to mention that you are amazing. You sit, you play, you watch YouTube while I make phone calls, you help me move furniture, you are polite and kind to every person that comes into the church. It has gone far better then I ever expected. So, I told you that I was going to miss my special helper at work and maybe you shouldn't go to school. You go "Mom! I have to go to school but I can be your helper after."
We went to the children's museum one rainy day and I would have to consider it one of the best days of my life. No joke, kid. No joke. It was just you and I with a packed lunch and we spent about 5 hours there. They added this new outdoor water exhibit that you loved. I vowed to devote all my attention to you and left my crackberry in the car. And you are amazing. (Geez, I am getting annoyed reading this. I need a stronger adjective then amazing.) At one point this little kid stole the wheel barrow you had been using. You waited patiently to get it and then 5 minutes later it was gone. I braced myself for a throw down. You watched the kid wheel away, slowly turned and said "Its ok. I'll use this." and picked up a shovel. Eh, Hello, the most polite 3 year old in the world. We rode on the carosel and I grabbed brass rings for you to hold. You thought it was the most intrigute invention. We went back to the museum and played some more. You even left the gift shop without getting anything and without complaining. For the week following you asked everyday if we could go back. We finally did and you loved it all over again.
We also took that huge family trip to NC. (Trust me, a whole 2,000 words in itself.) You were kind of confused about the "renting a house" business. "This is our new house!" you'd proclaim. "Well, not really, babe. We are just borrowing it from someone for a week" Then you would run to Pa and tell him he needed to drive more limos to make more money so we could BUY THIS HOUSE. Its the BEST HOUSE EVER! You cried when I told you we had to leave. Then said when you get home you are selling your toys. I wish I could buy that house for you. I don't think it was the house that you loved so much. Although, yes, the house was incredible. I think it was more about having all of us, under one roof, for an entire week. You bounced around between us. Playing with Gammy and Pa on the beach, going in the water with me, trucks and cars with William and Auntie B, hot tub with Lizzy. Non-stop entertainment. Hell, I want to live there full time. I was crying too when we left.
I have been a little distacted lately. I completely forgot about your school orientation until my car got surrounded by teachers asking where you were as I pulled up to the church. I had a bad mother moment and forgot to buckle you in your car set. You reminded me. Because you follow the rules. And probably because once I told you that the car wouldn't start until you were buckled and you remember everything. I zone out while we are playing until you jump in my lap and get me to focus. My patience has been running on bare minimum. You walked into the bathroom while I was crying. It was aweful. I don't think you have ever seen me cry. You asked what was wrong. I told you that someone hurt my feelings. "Do you need a hug?" you responded. And you hugged me on the bathroom floor for 5 minutes. I am sorry Wyatt. I am sorry that you felt like you needed to comfort me. I never want you to feel responsible for my well-being. I am overwhelmed. With everything. I am sorry and I promise I will get better. School is starting. Its a new start. Let's make a fresh start.
I love you, always, forever and everyday.
Mom
You started school again on Monday. You were beyond excited. I hope and pray that this lasts well into your high school years. You have been coming to work with me for a few weeks. First, I have to mention that you are amazing. You sit, you play, you watch YouTube while I make phone calls, you help me move furniture, you are polite and kind to every person that comes into the church. It has gone far better then I ever expected. So, I told you that I was going to miss my special helper at work and maybe you shouldn't go to school. You go "Mom! I have to go to school but I can be your helper after."
We went to the children's museum one rainy day and I would have to consider it one of the best days of my life. No joke, kid. No joke. It was just you and I with a packed lunch and we spent about 5 hours there. They added this new outdoor water exhibit that you loved. I vowed to devote all my attention to you and left my crackberry in the car. And you are amazing. (Geez, I am getting annoyed reading this. I need a stronger adjective then amazing.) At one point this little kid stole the wheel barrow you had been using. You waited patiently to get it and then 5 minutes later it was gone. I braced myself for a throw down. You watched the kid wheel away, slowly turned and said "Its ok. I'll use this." and picked up a shovel. Eh, Hello, the most polite 3 year old in the world. We rode on the carosel and I grabbed brass rings for you to hold. You thought it was the most intrigute invention. We went back to the museum and played some more. You even left the gift shop without getting anything and without complaining. For the week following you asked everyday if we could go back. We finally did and you loved it all over again.
I love you, always, forever and everyday.
Mom
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