Today was a long one, but it started off really nicely. If March has come in like a lamb, I hope it stays that way. The best part of this morning was that it was pajama day at Kindercare. That means that aside from some toothbrushing, face washing and hair combing, little else was required for the children's morning routine. It's amazing how much more pleasant Owen can be when he doesn't have to get dressed. Peter's 10 month appointment had to get rescheduled due to last week's snowstorm, and the only opening was for today at 4:30. I usually make these type of appointments for 5:30, but there was no availability. That one hour window, as I was to discover, makes a world of difference.
After I got to work this morning, I realized that the diaper bag in the car was not preparation enough. I would be leaving Owen and Nicholas with my in-laws from 4:00, and since they have been eating their dinner between 4:30 and 5:00 lately, I realized it would be best to drop them off with some type of dinner. So I ran home at lunch and made two grilled cheese sandwiches (one regular, one g-free), and packed them up with some other sundries for the boys to have once they got to Grandma and Grandpa's. I figured once I got back to my in-laws', I could give Peter his dinner there before hitting the road with all three. This was my plan, which sounds great on paper.
Peter and I got in to see the pediatrician at 5:15. He had been in with an 8 day-old collicky baby, the baby's mother and the baby's grandparents. (How they all fit in the office I have no idea, but I do remember those nostalgic days when everyone went to the first pediatrician visit. Oh, no, wait, I don't, because frankly that is a little weird.) Collicky baby's screams could be heard from the waiting room, where I sat eternally grateful that Peter is not a collicky baby, but then worrying that if I was too smugly grateful I might jinx it for our next child, God willing we are blessed with more. (When I did too much bragging about Owen four years ago, we had a "real" baby shortly thereafter, so I have my reasons.) Peter normally eats his dinner at the crack of 5. We left the office after his checkup at 5:30 (24 pounds, 30 inches). Of course, I grabbed as much free ready-to-feed formula as I could from the display in the waiting room. Free formula comes in 2 ounce bottles, which is pretty much a shot glass' worth. Peter got two of those in the car on the way back to Grandma and Grandpa's house.
When I arrived to collect Nicholas and Owen, Nicholas greeted me by running away, sprawling face-down on the floor, kicking and saying "NO" incessantly. Shocker there. Owen dove underneath the couch cushions hoping I would lose him in the mix. Ten minutes and a bit of a workout later, we headed home. Of course, as we pulled out of the driveway, the gas light illuminated. Peter got fed his dinner through the window of our minivan as it was getting filled up at Valero. A whole jar of Beech-Nut ham with fruit, down the hatch. The only thing left to do when we got home was mix Peter a bottle to chase his dinner, change his diaper and put him in a sleeper. Owen and Nicholas just needed to brush their teeth.
On a different note, regarding the pictures with this post. These are just a sampling of the many projects done by Owen and Nicholas in school. I bring them home, take pictures of them and immediately throw them in the garbage when the kids are not looking. Pictures are a lot easier to store, and truthfully, who could possible save all of these?! If I could get away with it, I'd take pictures of them with my phone right at preschool and throw them away there, but I don't think the teachers would appreciate that. I read recently in a parents magazine that once kids outgrow some toys, it's best to hold on to the Little People figurines and the like for school projects they might have to do. While this is, again, a great idea in theory, I can predict that if I do save such things, my kids will NEVER need them. Since 99% of my job requires paper pushing, I am trying to keep it to a bare minimum at home. Why do I get the feeling that it's going to get more complicated before it gets easier?!
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