Thursday, September 20, 2012
Lately, my craving of the day is a Chilly Goat. It's a blended espresso beverage from Dancing Goats Espresso in downtown Olympia. Yum! Some days, it's that one thing I get for ME. Sometimes you have to have just a little something that makes you happy to get you through all of those tough moments throughout the day that might not be so happy or may be just difficult. Anyway, it's a treat and some days I go out of my way to get one. Like driving downtown before nap time so that I can enjoy it during nap time.
Last week, I thought I'd get one. I hauled all of the kids into the coffee shop. Stood in line...and just when it was my turn to order, Crew blew his diaper out. (WARNING: if you are disgusted by baby happenings such as this, read no further.) There I stood with Crew in my arms, Pear and Jovie dancing around as usual and Pike running back and forth to make the automatic doors open and close, and what did I notice? Mustard, dripping down my hand, through my keys (which were in said hand), onto the floor. Embarrassing- for me. I looked like the crazy woman I am with four kids, out of control. I then tried to nonchalantly tell the kids we are ready to go, trying to not make a big deal of the poo. And of course Jovie, my inquisitive one, says in her loudest little girl voice, "why mom? Why are we leaving already?! Why do we HAVE to go? You didn't get your coffee yet."
If you were a fly on the wall, this is what you would've heard me saying in about a 30 second period: "Really? You really had to do this Crew? Oh, great. Come on kids we have to go. I'll explain in a minute, Jovie. Come on Pike! You need to obey me. Stop touching that. Come on. Pear, honey, stop dancing come on, this way. Our car is this way, Buddy. Let's go! Jovie-Joves, look both ways. Do you see cars? Hold hands. Oh brother, what a disaster. All for a coffee!"
We made it to the car. I bathed Crew while the rest of the kids jumped throughout the car. Pike had the hazard lights on, the wipers turned up and the rear-view mirror adjusted. Thankfully I had a spare t-shirt in the car, (I'm not that organized mom, always prepared for catastrophe.) And we decided to do a take II. I got my chilly goat and headed home. By this time, Crew was tired and decided to cry the whole way home. Worth it? Maybe. It's the little things that keep me sane. Or maybe it's the little things I try to do that will lead me to insanity. Either way, I'm blessed, I'm loved and we've made it through another day.
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Just a little update on life:
Crew is 4 months old. This is sad. Part of me really wants him to stay a baby forever. We adore the little guy and I'm pretty sure he adores us. He laughs when we dance with the kids. He is also very ticklish. He likes to play with his toys but that doesn't happen as often as we'd like because Pike likes to "play" with him and his toys as well and that seems to spoil the fun.
Pike is a big boy. He is the cutest 2 year old boy and he is 100% boy! He does not want to be cute. And will be sure to correct you if you say he is cute by responding, "No! I'm Pike-ee Dude!" Sometimes I can get away with saying he's cool but he still usually will correct me. He is on day 4 of potty training and he's doing amazing. He carries around a special green and orange airplane I bought him. He brings it everywhere, to the table at meals, to the grocery store, into the bathroom and sleeps with it. I bought it for him almost a month ago and he hasn't let it out of his sight since. He is also into super heroes and Iron Man seems to be his favorite.
Jovie is amazing. She is such a little trooper. I often forget that she's still only 3. Sometimes I assume she's of the same maturity as Pear because they do so much together and are similar in size but she is still only 3. She has the sweetest heart and continually blesses me. Jovie is a helper. She enjoys chores and wants to help me with Crew. She also loves to play games with me. The card game "war" is a favorite. We also really like Candy Land.