The Uncles are Here
The arrival of Uncle Mike and Uncle Jon this morning. Now everyone is napping after the hoop de doo. So good to see them. Not seen Jon since he lived here last year....he is suprised by little Annika being a walking talking girl now. Tristan will be baptized on Sunday and it is a bonus that all his uncles will be there to witness it. (also the added bonus...it will make alot of sense to our church family why Tristan is such a big baby)
But the weekend looms large and I am trying to menu plan (my least favorite domestic art). Rachel (the uber domestic sister-in-law) will be here, but she will mostly be focused on not throwing up rather than watching my meager hospitality skills. Yes, I get to be an auntie again!
So I am making pizza for the party we are hosting tommorow, lots of work but worth it. Michael's birthday is Sunday so I am planning a roast on the grill and something....Jon has volunteered to make the Key Lime Pie (go JonBoy) Shannon is coming over, but I think we will save her for Carter. My brothers are not mature enough for Shannon, honestly.
I really want to have time to find out what is going on with my brothers: where they are at and what they are about. Often guests come in and I blather on about senseless crap when instead I have an opportunity to really listen and connect. Not that I expect long, deep conversations (they are too much fun for all of that), but definitely walking away with a understanding of what is going on in their lives.
Tryn yelled, "oh shit! my carseat is all dirty!" from the backseat today. Her inflection was a perfect rendition of her mothers'....um, time to clean up the language? But I love saying "Shit" and "Holy Crap!"....these are the only two explicatives I'm allowed! What we give up for children I tell you.
My baby is checking out the animals floating above him in the swing. I am noticing that he is very content to play by himself under the gym and in his bouncy seat for longer than his sisters ever did. I think this is a boy deal. The girls always wanted to have a conversation, go figure.
He certainly loves to talk to me, just more during the day, like for diaper changes and at bathtime. Maybe the poor kid is just number three, scavenging for whatever time he can get!
But now I must meal plan or nurse again or something.
Oh, and Tristan is 26 inches long....yikes!
But the weekend looms large and I am trying to menu plan (my least favorite domestic art). Rachel (the uber domestic sister-in-law) will be here, but she will mostly be focused on not throwing up rather than watching my meager hospitality skills. Yes, I get to be an auntie again!
So I am making pizza for the party we are hosting tommorow, lots of work but worth it. Michael's birthday is Sunday so I am planning a roast on the grill and something....Jon has volunteered to make the Key Lime Pie (go JonBoy) Shannon is coming over, but I think we will save her for Carter. My brothers are not mature enough for Shannon, honestly.
I really want to have time to find out what is going on with my brothers: where they are at and what they are about. Often guests come in and I blather on about senseless crap when instead I have an opportunity to really listen and connect. Not that I expect long, deep conversations (they are too much fun for all of that), but definitely walking away with a understanding of what is going on in their lives.
Tryn yelled, "oh shit! my carseat is all dirty!" from the backseat today. Her inflection was a perfect rendition of her mothers'....um, time to clean up the language? But I love saying "Shit" and "Holy Crap!"....these are the only two explicatives I'm allowed! What we give up for children I tell you.
My baby is checking out the animals floating above him in the swing. I am noticing that he is very content to play by himself under the gym and in his bouncy seat for longer than his sisters ever did. I think this is a boy deal. The girls always wanted to have a conversation, go figure.
He certainly loves to talk to me, just more during the day, like for diaper changes and at bathtime. Maybe the poor kid is just number three, scavenging for whatever time he can get!
But now I must meal plan or nurse again or something.
Oh, and Tristan is 26 inches long....yikes!
posted by Meg at 1:00 PM
1 Comments:
hey when you get a sec i need you to measure him in a few places so when i finally finish his hoodie it will fit :) our gargae sale is this weekend and i'm exhausted...we have wayyyy too much crap...
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