January 28, 2010
If you ask Clare how old she is, she will tell you that she is, “two right now, but soon I am going to be three and then four, and five.” I keep reminding her that she will be three very soon and that her birthday is coming up. We then rattle through the list of birthdays that fall in the first many months of the year. First, we say, it’s Daddy’s birthday, then Uncle, then Nolan, then CLARE, then Mommy, and then Bryce. Clare is so much more into her birthday this year than she was as a babe last year turning two. We talk about who she’d like to have at her birthday party and discuss the ever-important menu—ice cream cake (mommy and daddy’s fave) or cupcakes, we ask. I think we’ll just go real crazy and do BOTH!
And so, our first baby is turning three soon (March 2nd) and our last baby just had her seven-month birthday. And, boy, are we IN IT. It’s always interesting speaking with other parents –no matter what age their children are. They could be parents to teenagers, or even empty-nesters with kids in college. They all give us the knowing grin and head shake when we tell them that our girls are almost three, and seven months. They’ve been there, of course, they remember it like they do a visit to a foreign country, where they ate exotic food, got drunk and passed out in the sun. It was fun, but man, they’re glad that they’re not visiting that place again.
Most of the time it’s manageable, but then there are those moments (often) when Bryce is screaming her head off because she just can’t bear to sit in that highchair one more second and it’s usually at the same time that Clare is asking for something, or needing a refill on her milk, her lunch made, whatever. Or, when I am just about to sit down in the living room chair in order to nurse Bryce and Clare jumps into the chair with a smile plastered on her face. She thinks she’s being cute–sitting where Mommy and Bryce were going to sit. And, I have to ask her (more than once usually) to please get up so that we can sit down. She does, we sit, Bryce latches on, and then Clare wants to be close to Bryce and manages to climb into my lap and wrap herself around Bryce and hug on her, kiss her, all while Bryce is attached to me by a very sensitive body part.
We just returned last week from a nine day trip to Florida where we visited both sets of grandparents. It was not exactly a vacation for Justin and myself, but we were glad we went. Visiting the Blooms was difficult because there just isn’t the space required for us at my parent’s house. Clare slept in a room with us for the first time in her life (and was consequently up every day an hour earlier than normal) while Bryce slept in my brother’s old room in a pack and play. My mom has two dogs, who on their own are very nice and all, but a bit neurotic when there is an almost three year old in the house to tease them or follow around. While I love my parents dearly, we were happy to hit the road after our four days in Miami and head to Melbourne where the Shacklettes live.
Going to the Shacklette’s house was probably as close to “vacation” as one can get while traveling with two small children. My mother-in-law is amazing. There were toys for both girls, separate rooms for all, and lots of little thoughtful details laid out. We hit up Seat World one day, got out on the boat and fished (Clare’s first time doing both) and everyone went to the beach one day while Bryce and I stayed home for her record-long morning nap (2 1/2 hours). It was a good visit all around.
Except now I can’t help daydream about a REAL vacation…the kind where Mommy and Daddy get to leave the babies with their loving Nanny. Any suggestions on where to go for a 4-day getaway in North America?
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