This week, man. This week has been so insane that I wake up each morning thinking, Oh, God. We’re still doing this, huh? Only twelve more years.
And then I realize, Oh, only twelve more years with THIS one. We had ANOTHER baby because we’re SO SMART.
The Good News:
Tony LOVES school.
His teacher – by a twist of fate – is someone I’ve known for a LONG time, also a mom of boys, and is getting back into the teaching field.
This is the school I attended when I was younger, a school that specializes in the arts, and it’s just been surreal to have him there. Not only do a lot of my community theatre friends now teach there, but I saw no less than four folks who attended with me there with their kids on orientation.
The school’s theme this year is Clues, which means that lesson plans and school events will be centered around exploration and deduction.
And super cute costumes.
The Really Goosebumpy News:
When I was little, I had a toy called Happy Apple. I actually vividly remember this toy, although it was boxed up and deemed “too young” for me probably during a move. When Tony was born, Mom mourned that he didn’t have Happy Apple to play with.
Like, seriously, we heard about the lack of Happy Apple for five years.
When Vinnie was expected, Mom finally put her foot down and demanded that all the toy boxes be brought down from the attic and unpacked, because we’ve clearly missed the window of Happy Apple with Tony, but we will not deprive TWO children! And lo, all the boxes were brought down, but there was not a Happy Apple to be found and my mother remained heartbroken and inconsolable.
We walked into for Tony’s Kindergarten orientation and..
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD. (I actually firmly believe it was my grandmother, making sure we would 1) know all would be okay and 2) SHUT UP ABOUT THE DAMN APPLE ALREADY.)
Upon posting this picture on Instagram, it became evident that everyone in my generation had said Happy Apple. Maybe they came home as a prize from the hospital?
The Was-Bad-News-But-Is-Okay-Now News:
Last Wednesday, my (new!) van started acting strangely. Well, to be fair, it had been doing it off and on for about a month, but more off than on and you know how that goes. But last Wednesday, I was lucky to coast into the garage before it finally sputtered to a sad, Chryslery death.
Thursday, it went into the shop.
And until yesterday, we’ve been operating with ONE CAR.
Which means that everyone has been rising at the crack of dawn and loading up so I can get to work by 6:30, and then boys are dropped off one by one at their respective places, and then we repeat every afternoon.
WE ARE ALL TIRED OF SEEING EACHOTHER.
And the service place which held my van hostage wasn’t very forthcoming about 1) the issue, 2) the timeline or 3) who I should yell at next. My mom was very sweet and let me use her car once I finally declared (late Tuesday) that I was just failing at all the things. And yesterday, we finally got my van back to the house.
(Best news: ALL UNDER WARRANTY.)
The Baby News:
He’s fine. Still cute. Still exhausting.
He visited the doctor last week for his shots, and he’s only 11 lbs. Tony was easily over 12 lbs by 6 weeks, so I keep feeling like this baby is SO FOREIGN. Long and skinny, we have some 6 month outfits that are still a little snug around the crotch.
He smiles a lot and kind of giggles, but is still not driving yet or even LOOKING for a job. Slacker baby.
Also, he loves his big brothers, who both adore him as well. His “hugest brother” – as named by Tony, who prefers to be the exclusive “big brother” – is particularly smitten with him.
And the baby doesn’t even hold it against him that we never, ever manage to call him the right name on the first try. (Sometimes even the second try.)
I’m sorry: WHAT DID YOU CALL ME?