Everything post-nap today was rough with Ryan. Four is hard and Steve and I both felt drained by his behavior. I vacillate between empathizing with Ryan’s desire to control things and the frustration he must feel at times, and just not getting some of his decisions at all. And then I think I’m over-thinking it…this is just what four year olds do, right?
But, Saturday was wonderful and it was a pretty great weekend on the whole. Both boys are changing so much and it’s really fun to watch. Evan walks more than he crawls, whistles deliberately to mimic a train or when listening to music, and has a deeper love for the pool than before. We took the kids swimming and it was fantastic. Ryan has made so much progress in learning to read. The excitement I feel about that is on par with when he took his first steps. For a while now he’s known letters and the sounds they make, but couldn’t make the leap to words. Buhhh-ahhhh-guhhhh didn’t sound much like “bag” in his head. But now he gets it, he totally gets it, and it’s so fun. Each night he reads a story to us and we read a story (or two) to him.
Except nights like tonight…no stories, straight to bed at 7pm. Ugh.
It’s pouring today for what feels like the first time in forever. A perfect day to stay inside and play toys with the boys. I hoped to take pictures of them. I’ve been eager to capture Evan’s zombie walk, in particular.
Took about two photos, somehow tripped and kind of sort of dropped my camera. I broke it’s fall but it still tapped the ground and now it’s at the repair shop. I’m far less stressed about the potential cost than I am about being without it while Evan’s changing so quickly and I so badly wanted photos of this phase.
Have I mentioned how much I love Fridays, on a happier note? A few months ago I reached my limit with how much I missed the kids and transitioned to an 80% schedule at work. My biggest reason for the change was time with the boys, but even with that one extra day as a pretend stay at home mom, I’m so much more on top of housework, too. It’s so fantastic - 3 days at home with my little loves - cooking, playing in the park, folding laundry while they play, reading stories, and 4 days in heels with grownups solving big business problems. I think this is what people mean by finding balance and I love it.
I’m too tired for a real post. Evan has hand foot mouth disease and Steve has jury duty tomorrow, so despite some pressing deadlines I’ll be working from home with a baby/off tomorrow. On the plus side, both kids were so tired that they were in bed by 6:15 so I’ve just gotten some stuff done.
And this morning I found my favorite, missing lipstick in the trench I hadn’t worn since fall.
You win some, you lose some.
Switched carriers and had to set up new voicemail. I had to re-record it because I up-talked my own name. This makes me feel like a fraud as a grown adult and a feminist.