Thursday, May 1, 2014

A Sneak Peek to Days Ahead

It's hard to believe, but it is warm and sunny in Seattle.  Because western Washington is frequently overcast, on sunny days you can almost see the joy bursting from each person's chest as they walk by them.  Everyone is outside.  You half expect those around you to burst into a musical dance number at any moment.

This morning left me excited for the summer days ahead.  I threw open the windows to let in the fresh air.  Linus was being difficult so I just chose to ignore him.  As we walked out the door to take Eileen to preschool, he decided he did not want to exit the house barefoot in his pajamas and quickly got himself dressed.  Apparently, being ignored for an hour was what he needed to change his attitude and we had a simply delightful morning.

We decided our best course of action to celebrate the weather was to check out the newly remodeled Woodland Park playground and have a picnic.  Robin agreed as long as we let him sleep while he soaked in a little vitamin D.  One of the things that I love about Robin is his ability to easily fall asleep while being held.  It gives us more flexibility.
What's a Seattle picnic without Starbucks?  Linus and I both love the breakfast sandwiches.
Linus forgot his sunglasses so I was nice and let him borrow mine.  He did ask politely.
Picnics are a lot easier to set up when big brothers are on hand to hold the baby while you lay out the blanket.  Lots of little old ladies cooed as they walked by and saw Linus holding Robin.  I tried to give my pastie white legs a little sun.  But without my sunglasses I was quickly blinded.
Doesn't have quite the same affect as those shots of feet against white sand beaches.
Robin got to try his first ride on a swing.  He was a little unsure at first, but was soon kicking his feet excitedly. With his mustache and hat, Robin channels the grumpy old man.
                                                          "Get off my lawn!"



The new playground is pretty sweet.  It's the little extras that really add to it, like small woodland creatures poking their heads out of holes in wood beams.



While Linus and I relaxed on the picnic blanket, we started listing all the things we wanted to do this summer.  Hopefully, we can make most of them happen.
ride on a ferry to Bainbridge
go to a fort (Ward, Worden, or Casey)
go to Fort Nisqually
swim at the pool by Uncle Tim's house (Kandle Park in Tacoma)
swim at the pool by Grandma and Grandpa (Fircrest Pool)
Picnics
Hikes
Farmers markets
Chambers Bay
the beach
Portland
Lake Chelan
San Diego and Hawaii (Linus started dreaming big)

It's going to be a good summer.  I can just feel it.   In the meantime I am just so grateful for the occasional warm sunny spring day where I can just relax with my babies.  Hopefully, Eileen will get to join us the next time.


Monday, April 28, 2014

A Friend in Fresno

Sometimes you are lucky enough to have a friend who even though you never talk or text, you know you are still friends.  And some are even more lucky because said friend is a zoo keeper who moved to California.  For me that friend is Katie.

Katie and I have been friends since first grade.  We met on the playground (she was in the other first grade).  She came to my birthday party and gave me a My Little Pony (one of the new fancy fuzzy ones).  Friendship was cemented.  Due to the constraints of teaching, pregnancy, and hurricane season,  I was never able to visit Katie while she worked in Galveston or New Orleans.  Fresno is a fairly easy trip so I was excited when she moved back to the west coast.

This weekend I shipped Eileen off to my parents (she was running a fever so she got to be spoiled while she recuperated at their house).  Linus and Dave had a guys' weekend which apparently involved his first trip to Cabela's and his first fishing trip.
his own rod, reel, and fishing vest
Robin and I flew down to Fresno. Turns out Robin is an excellent flyer.  He fell asleep before take off and did not wake until after landing bother ways.  If you haven't heard, California is on year three of a drought.  I brought the rain with me and was greeted by pelting rains, thunder, and lightening.  You're welcome California.  Despite my dreams of a sunny warm weekend being quickly dashed, it was wonderful to see Katie and her husband, Chris.

Another thing about old friends is that you can fall right back in like no time has passed and that is exactly how it felt.  If anything, the weekend reminded me why we were friends.  I got to take part in one of Katie's famous calzone nights.

Two things to know about Katie are that she is Italian to the core and she is a zoo keeper.  I always used her as to example to my students when trying to explain to them about goal setting.  When we were in 7th grade, Katie said she wanted to be a marine biologist.  Now she is one.  A perk to being friends with a zoo keeper is behind the scenes tours.

Saturday we visited her work, the Fresno Chaffee Zoo.  It was so fun and not too crowded since the weather had scared everyone away.  I got to go behind the scenes and watch an orangutan get trained.  By far the best part was visiting her section of the zoo, Sea Lion Cove.  I am nervous around/scared of animals, but I appreciate nature and the science of animals.
Robin helping do the dishes.
Robin thanking Amelia for loaning him a pack n play.  He thought she was pretty cute.  She liked grabbing his face and his Sophie Giraffe.
  Robin slept through most of our close encounters with animals.
Watching Katie train Catalina, a California sea lion.
I actually got to go in Sea Lion Cove during a seal show and meet Ariel the seal.  I opted to only briefly pet her with one finger.  Baby steps.


 Robin finally woke up and got to see some of the exhibit.  He loved it.


just chilling with Katie at the outdoor cafe
A full day at the zoo was followed by naps for everyone and then a walk through a nature preserve by a river.
We saw several herons.  It was all very serene.  It is easy to see why Katie walks here often.

Sunday morning we decided to investigate the Underground Gardens before heading to the airport.  Basically, at the end of the 1800s a Sicilian citrus farmer found himself trying to seek his fortune in Fresno.  He decided it was too hot and dug a cellar which then grew into this huge maze of underground rooms and gardens, all with a very Sicilian feel to it.  He lived down there by himself until he died.  Now you can pay $15 to go see it.  It is actually pretty cool.

Robin and the Kumquat tree
Under a lemon tree
No trip is complete without many visits to Starbucks.  Chris was a huge help all weekend and served as our resident photographer.  Robin liked him too.
It was such an easy, fun weekend.  Even though I missed my other babies terribly and talked about them nonstop, I needed a short break from my life.  Being a mama to one, non-mobile infant is vastly different to being a mom of three.  I can't wait for my next trip to Fresno.

Thursday, April 24, 2014

From the Mouths of Babes in April

Eileen:  Don't hold the baby and a girl.  It won't work!

Eileen:  I'm nervous something will happen to me.

Linus:  Mommy! Did you know you can get kids Easter baskets for only $8.99?

Linus: (singing just randomly around the house from time to time) Shot through the heart and you're to blame.  You give love a bad name.

Eileen:  I'm going to wear you today Mommy.

Robin:  Sleep is for the weak.

Brother snuggles. 

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Total Egg Domination

Happy Easter.  As suggested by the title, mine was an Easter in which eggs figured prominently.  I made some egg farmer very happy.  Seriously.

Last year during Easter I was on my first day off full bedrest with Robin's pregnancy.  I went to mass, heated up some cinnamon rolls, and went back to bed.  I missed all the egg hunts, egg dyeing, candy, Easter cookies, special meals, everything.  It was kind of lame and made me feel like I was falling down on the job as a mom.  I was determined to make up for last year.

I had hoped to avoid egg dyeing.  It is such a hassle and the kids don't like hard boiled eggs.  The kids would hear no such thing.  And then I stumbled onto something wonderful....Did you know that you can hard boil eggs in the oven!?!  It's so so easy and hassle free.  Heat oven to 325.  Put eggs in muffin tin (I used my mini muffin tin).  Bake for 30 minutes.  Put in ice bath for 10 minutes.  Bam. That's it.  No broken eggs.  No waiting for water to boil.  No staying close to the kitchen.  It was awesome. 

Dave's been working late so I got to tackle egg dyeing by myself.  The eggs weren't fancy, but everyone was happy and it was stress free for me.  Egg count: 12
"Egg dyeing is so exciting!"
We celebrated our monthly Dimock gathering on Holy Saturday.  The bigger cousins organized and managed an egg hunt.  For my part, the kids and I baked a 4 layered pink and yellow velvet cake.  It turned out lovely.  3 eggs, new total: 15

Most years I invite my siblings to spend Easter with us.  I carefully planned the menu.  I've been in search of the perfect Easter combination.  I thought this year was especially yummy if I do say so myself.  It also provided an excuse to use my wedding china.  It felt very grown up.

Brunch: Pecan Brioche french toast, scrambled eggs, raspberries, strawberries, vegetarian breakfast sausage, orange juice, and sangria. Eggs used: 15.  Egg total: 30

Dinner:  deviled eggs (doesn't count towards egg total), rolls, spanikopita, and avgolemono soup. 3 eggs used.  Egg total: 33.

I think 33 eggs is a lot for such a small gathering of folks. 

The Easter Bunny visits our house, but he is very careful not to go overboard.  He also strongly prefers chocolate candy if their baskets are any evidence.  Linus and Eileen each got a puzzle story book (goblins for Linus, fairies for Eileen).  Robin got a squeaky monkey toy.  The kids ate a lot of candy this morning, but we managed to put a cap on it before anyone puked.

Mass was lovely.  The kids looked adorable and were well behaved.  Sadly, snapping a decent photo of all three of them is impossible as evidenced below. 

Robin in his dapper Easter finery. He is smiling at Linus.
It was absolutely wonderful spending the day with two of my siblings.  The kids really enjoyed all the quality time they got.  I think Sally and Tim enjoyed taking naps most, or possibly snuggling a baby while napping. 
Sally and Linus playing catch.  It was Linus' idea to stand at the top of the slide.  Just in case he missed the ball, it would roll down the slide back to her.
a little Easter gardening



It was a good Easter.  Hopefully, my kids will look back on their childhood Easters and fondly remember the simplicity.

Monday, April 14, 2014

Feeding the Baby

It was a big day this weekend in the life of Robin.  We finally introduced him to solids.  The poor guy kept being forced to just sit at the table and watch us eat (we are rude that way).  The experts say one of the signs to look for to know if a baby is ready for solids is if they appear interested.  Interested does not begin to describe Robin's desire.

We kept it simple.  A little Gerber baby oatmeal mixed with warmed breastmilk.
"Ho hum.  Breakfast.  Lets get this over with.  I will sit here and watch you eat."
"Hmm.  Well this is new...."
"And delicious!"
Robin was so excited that he signed "more."  This is especially impressive since we had never showed him the sign before.  He was practically leaping out of the bumbo to get more cereal.

O.M.G.  Heaven!!
Maybe because he is our third, we are a little less rigid with introducing new foods.  Robin had to the opportunity to try a little Mexican.  He did not like the guacamole, but thought the rice was excellent.  I offered him the teeniest bite of ice cream today and he burst into tears.  They were not tears of joy.  I'm almost positive he will grow to appreciate ice cream.

Friday, April 11, 2014

A Battle of Wills

I am currently engaged in a battle of wills with Linus.  I don't think he realizes who he is up against.  My stubborness is legendary.

As a child I truly believed that I knew what was best in any given situation and that life would be a lot better if everyone would just listen to me (the apple has not fallen far from the tree).  I regularly challenged my parents and prided my ability to outlast anyone.  I happily called their bluffs.

Obviously, this was not in anyone's best interests.  When I was nine years old I took it one step too far.  My older sister had a softball game at Bellarmine and my younger sister had a tee ball game at the same time elsewhere.  My parents decided I was to go with my mom to the softball game.  This was not what I wanted.  My protests were ignored, so I plotted. 

As we drove the three miles to Bellarmine, I carefully watched the route.  When we arrived, I refused to exit our van.  Not interested in arguing, my mom left me in the car and walked to the ballfield.  I waited about 5 minutes, opened the door, looked to see if the coast was clear, hopped out, and proceeded to walk home.

It never occurred to me how dangerous this might be.  I did not know about child molesters.  The thing I was most afraid of was encountering a dog since I'm scared of animals.  I safely arrived home.  My dad and younger sister got there shortly after.  I was quietly talking to my sister, slowly realizing the seriousness of the situation, when the phone rang.  My mother was on the phone in a panic (this was before cell phones obviously).

While I was walking home, my mom had returned to the van to find me vanished without a trace.  To my understanding the entire softball team began calling my name and looking for me.  Police were called.  Needless to say, I was punished.

Only now as a parent can I appreciate how scared my mother must have been.  I share this little story to illustrate just how stubborn I was.  During the two weeks of punishment I earned for this episode,  I was not mad.  I knew what I did was wrong.  I completed all the extra chores with silent satisfaction.  I had won.  I had shown them.  I thought, "Well, maybe next time they will listen to me."

As an adult, I can reflect and have not forgotten what my mindset was as a child.  I was determined to be in charge.  Now that I have a family of my own, I'm am not about to cede control to a five year old. 

I am firmly against corporal punishment.  I will never forgive myself if I ever slap or spank one of my children.  I still run a tight ship.  Rules and expectations for behavior are clear. I know that if I do not hold my kids accountable, setting clear limits and boundaries now, life will be even more difficult as the kids get older.  Linus tests my resolve on a daily basis.  The past two weeks have been insanely challenging with him.  I blame the change in weather.  It's suddenly sunny.  It's fun to play outdoors, especially with the neighborhood boys.

His current preferred method of defiance is to "run away."  It is infuriating, mostly because he does it when we are trying to get ready to leave the house or do something.  It is also amusing because of what Linus chooses to pack.  During his most recent attempt, he grabbed a tote bag and packed: a toothbrush and toothpaste, stethescope, and children's bible.  No money, no clothes, no food (usually he throws in a pair of underwear).  After packing, he walks out the front door and stands on the front porch. 

This morning I could take it no longer.  After a morning spent with a defiant, argumentative child, I grounded him.  A parenting first for me.  I explained what grounding meant.  No tee ball, no playing with the neighbors, no screen time, no going any place fun.  To say he was displeased was an understatement.  I let him know that he was grounded until I was satisfied that an attitude adjustment had been made. 

The grounding seems to be effective thus far.  He is working hard to be polite, helpful, and compliant.  He forgot the neighbor boys are on vacation and there is no tee ball next week because of spring break in the Seattle schools.  Like I said,  he does not realize who he is up against.