Wednesday | August 19, 2015
Happy 35th birthday, Reagan!
Reagan is still participating in the exercise, working an 11 am-11 pm shift, so we opted for a breakfast celebration. His preferred birthday meal is tuna avocado salad followed by eggless raisin cake with cream cheese frosting, just the way his grandma used to make it for him. Given the early morning hour we opted for the cake, minus frosting. He'll get his tuna dinner another night.
Love this. Love these two. A happy snuggle while Aidan read Reagan his birthday card.
Our first family bike ride in a while. Aidan is still sporting his training wheels but we discussed the possibility of removing them. He says soon. He's grown an inch in the past 2 months. Time to raise the seat again.
Aidan watches shows a couple times a week. This morning he chose Little Einsteins. I like that the show focuses on classical music in an engaging way. As Aidan gets older he interacts with shows more, following the prompts from characters. Here he is keeping time with the beat of the music.
Most days Reagan comes home for lunch. This week Reagan has been packing enough for lunch and dinner to tide him through his 12-14 hour shifts.
I made my peace with Blogger this morning. A few hours sleep, renewed resolved, and more time messing with formatting got me to a place I can live in for the moment. Back to photo work. Turned on the most recent video from Ali Edwards's Story subscription series (Build) and started in on the photos from yesterday.
Our days involve a lot of this.
As Aidan gets older he is able to take responsibility for more projects. Today he switched out the batteries on his books, identifying battery polarity and practicing proper installation.
This week saw me cooking a lot of meat. I'm switching up our meal plans and planning ahead again. I like having the food ready to go at dinner time but I do feel like I've been a bit of a slave to the kitchen these past few days.
Making the trek to Lela's house. It's a well-traveled path.
The dining table is a collecting spot for piles. Today's assortment includes the pool bag, my camera bag, the box for our new dustbuster, Aidan's allowance jars, reading materials for co-op prep, and the remnants of lunch. I worked on the blog while Aidan ate. Missing from the picture is a bowl with more grape stems than grapes. Aidan is a grape monster.
During the day our sink often looks like this. I prefer to do dishes in batches, usually while listening to online class videos or podcasts at night. I used to be fine leaving them overnight but I prefer to come down to a clean kitchen in the morning these days.
Aidan voted for another combined quiet time/bedtime. I didn't put up much of a fight. It's been working for us and, with the scheduling all funky this week, it doesn't really matter. As long as he keeps a good attitude, I'm fine. I did remind him that we would be going back to our regularly scheduled life next week. That means a daily routine of school, lunch, quiet time, and then play. He assures me he won't throw a fit about it. I want to believe him. I really do.
One of their favorite activities is picking the grass (we are constantly trying to redirect them to the weeds) and building nests for their play or imaginary animals.
Today they watered the nest to help it grow.
Today they watered the nest to help it grow.
Most days involve this. They can spend hours up here in his room. Sometimes I listen from the hallway, just outside of their view. I love the world they play in.
THUMP! The jumping has begun. We've approved feet-first jumping from the top bunk.
Every kid's dream
His interest in The Jungle Book is recent. He and Boppa watched it in July, now he's hooked. Wondering when to introduce him to the real story, minus the Disney spin.
Of course, all things Frozen still reign.
I smile every time I open the door to my recently reorganized pantry.
This structured happiness counters my kitchen table piles.
The fridge was looking pretty good too...
...and then maintenance showed up to fix our fridge (which for the past two years has done a really good job of acting like another freezer for anything that was unfortunate enough to be tucked in the back half of the unit) so everything came out.
Seemed like as good a time as any to do a little reorganizing here too. This is how it goes for me. There is always something that grabs my organizing attention.
This pot is part of a set gifted to us by my parents for our wedding 9 years ago. I prefer non-stick or cast iron pans but the three pots get daily use and still look and work great. I'll probably have these forever. I love them.
No bath, no matter the duration, is complete without toys. Animals are his favorite. Orcas, the non-whale whale, have had top-billing for the past few months but whales in general (or animals with whale in their name) play a prominent role in all bath times. It started with the whale shark 2 years ago and has been steady ever since.
He loves his baths: short, get-clean ones; long play baths; and everything in-between. He doesn't necessarily like the get-clean portion of the bath. It is one more thing we are handing over responsibility on. He definitely likes the rinsing off part. Usually it involves diving but waterfalls factor in occasionally, too.
Our master bedroom is a work-in-progress. I'm pretty happy with the direction it's going, especially when it is picked up and put together. It has a tropical-ish vibe which appeals to my desire for color and Reagan's preference for calm neutrals. Still working out the wall decorations. I might have that figured out by the time we move next summer. Maybe.
The exercise wrapped up early. Reagan made it home around 5:30 pm, in time to rest a bit while Aidan finished his bath. I like it when he takes a breather. He works hard at his job and for our family. These fleeting moments are well-deserved.
With Reagan home in time for dinner, we reverted back to our usual Aidan/Daddy bedtime routine. While they were upstairs working through the steps, I stayed downstairs to continue cooking and cleaning. At one point during the routine Aidan, attempting to stall, exclaimed to Reagan: "You used to love it when we would play when I was young." I love how relative things are for a 4.5 year-old.
Finally discovered what zoodles are all about. My first go was too salty but I was otherwise pleasantly surprised. I'll be making them again, with a few modifications the next time.
In other news, which only my mom is likely to appreciate, I finally threw away the pajama pants that have been with me since my pregnancy. Multiple holes and shredded hems finally convinced me but I had a little moment before releasing them into the trash can. Those pajama pants have been through a lot with me these past 5.5 years. :-(