So, the good people connected to my darling little family continue to be exceptionally Good People. And I realize I’ve been horribly remiss with all of these shout-outs in forgetting to acknowledge my friend Bethany- quite possibly one of my best friends in the history of friendship- who hoofed it over to my house on multiple early mornings so that I didn’t have to pack Zu and Jasper into the car on preschool drop-off mornings. And who then proceeded to stay through breakfast and snack and lunch and playtime with the littles and through the facilitation of naptime…only taking off when I promised to take a nap, myself. ‘Cause dude, THAT’S a friend right there.
And last night, our lovely friends Jeff and Hubbell (and their sweeter-than-sweet little girl Clementine) showed up with dinner and salad and bread and dessert and wine…and followed up that [delicious] good deed by cleaning our kitchen and dining room. And leaving enough yummies for many subsequent meals. I don’t deserve you people.
The gifts and good friends keep coming as well. I’d have to start a new blog to properly document and thank every card and present and flyby high-five…but please please please know how eternally grateful (and delightfully full) we five are.
And now, in Schoeny Kid News:
Nora was horrified upon this week’s viewing of 101 Dalmatians- our first since the arrival of her little brother- when she remembered that the two henchmen were named Horace and Jasper. “But Jasper isn’t a bad guy’s name!” She then campaigned to call both of them Horace. Or at least Horace and Hasper. I said sure.
Speaking of our mini non-villain, Jasper had his one month weigh-in. Now for those of you playing along at home, our children tend towards the smaller side. Like, 5th percentile for our “biggest” kid and 25th for our middling. But this guy? Our “baby”? Already 10lbs, 6oz and a stretchtastic 22.5 inches. Putting his weight in the 63rd percentile and his height in the whopping 92nd percentile. Meaning he’ll be the only member of this family unable to reside on our low-ceilinged third floor in no time at all.
And so as not to leave the Zuzu outta things: the other afternoon, she decided not to take a nap. (Not news.) I went in to check on her, however, after a designated quiet time…to find everything out of the crib. Her PullUp diaper flung across the room. Susannah herself completely naked. And…perched up on her crib rails like Spidey. She did the best triple take I’ve ever seen, froze, and casually (or at least as casually as someone in that position can sound) said “Hi, Mom. I’m not tired.”
Which makes perfect sense. Because I think that P.J. and I have sucked all of the Tired out of this household and placed it firmly between our collective eyeballs.
It’s okay. You don’t need to be fully awake to eat amazing pasta outta your fridge.
Not a court in the land would convict me, people.
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