Hello, strangers.
Wow. Wow. July 2010 is really kicking our behinds here at the YXYYY household. But after getting weird health problems, camp, and one wedding under our collective belts the rest of the month will be gravy, as the kids say. Right? Right?
What we’ve got coming up in the next two weeks: dinner with friends who live in the middle east, working karaoke for a rehearsal dinner, attending another beautiful wedding, at least two exams for Joe and a slew of homework & projects as the term slides to a stop, Maxwell’s awesome all-school musical, a party honoring the ordination of a friend who will soon be a full-fledged priest, a family Summer Birthdays party, and me passing out cold. No problem!
Honestly, if we all stay well it will be completely fine. We are happy to have Joe back from his week as dean of Fish Camp! He had a marvelous time, and so did all the other counselors and kids. Their Facebook group is going gangbusters! Maybe I’ll have to have Joe do a special Papa-post here to fill you in on his week…I’ve already heard many lovely stories. It’s a good reminder of why we went half-bonkers doing all that prep work in the first place!
You might have noticed I watched a lot of movies (well, okay, like FIVE) while Joe was gone. I will write about them all in more detail in the next post. It was pretty relaxing for the first half of the week of Joe’s absence. The house got really, really clean. We ate well. I was on top of it! And then…work stuff got nuts. We had two social events in one day, which may not seem like much but for us it’s abnormal. But wonderful! And then a last-minute flurry of important details to nail down before Joe came home to be an usher in his cousin’s wedding pretty much immediately. The wedding was soooooo much fun. Seriously, folks. I have not danced like that since…I seriously don’t know when. But then again, I haven’t had 4 glasses of wine since I don’t know when! Something tells me there’s a correlation. Here’s some fun pictures from the wedding photobooth, which made me jealous that I hadn’t had a photobooth at our wedding:
I danced like a crazy fool. A crazy, fun-loving fool. I cannot help but go nuts anytime I hear “Love Shack!” (Someday I’ll get advanced enough with technology so as to share the State Fair booth recording my high school friends and I did of that song, because it’s too awesome to live on a cassette in my basement. It belongs to the world!) We didn’t even notice the severe weather happening outside; were blissfully ignorant of the fact that as we ate the most delicious wedding cake ever our children were hunkered down in the basement with our awesome sitter. Joe’s cousin and his wife are actually friends of ours in addition to being family, which made all the warm and fuzzy feelings of witnessing their union all the more special. I love love.
What else…the boys have been well. Interesting fellows, they are. Maxwell is really excited for the musical this year, which makes me so happy. Last year he was really nervous (though he still did great.) The staff at school commented when I picked him up on Friday how great he’s been on the stage in rehearsals. What can I say…theatricality is in his genes. Which you would have seen first-hand if you’d watched me dance on Saturday. Ha.
Oliver is hilarious. He has a new habit of just talking continuously once he’s able to get a word in edge-wise. At bedtime he just motors until he’s finally unconscious. What he says doesn’t make a whole lot of sense to the rest of us, but I’m sure in his brain it’s perfectly ordered. He tells me the laundry is dirty with dirt and mud and wood and garbage and isn’t good for our bodies (and, conversely, tells me when he takes his 1,000th snack of the day that his intended vittles are good for his body. And they generally are.) OH! Funny Oliver story for those of you not on Facebook: Oliver was enjoying a snack of popcorn last week in the basement and I was cleaning the bathroom (fun. Talk about dirty with garbage that’s bad for our bodies!) He came up and said to me, “Mama, I got seeds in my nose.”
“What!?”
“I got popcorns in my nose!”
Sure enough, he had stuck unpopped kernels into his nasal cavities. “How many are in there, Ollie?”
“I got three popcorns in there!”
Sure enough, I extracted 3 popcorn kernels from his nostrils. The last one was pretty far back and I was actually worried I’d have to take him in somewhere to get it removed. But I noticed it moved as he breathed hard…so I tickled him. A lot. And it finally slid out on its own.
And finally, a Seth story. He likes to clean things up, and there’s a little song from our early childhood class we sing when it’s clean up time. He has begun singing along. While enjoying lunch together a few days ago, he decided he was done eating and ready to move on with his day. “KEEN UP!” he sing-songed as he threw his carrots at 90 MPH across the table at me. And another story, because I can’t resist…we were at Super Target (it’s SUPER!) this morning and as we wheeled around dropping diapers and apple juice and fruit into the cart, Seth kept me motivated by cheering, “Heh-heh-hooaaaye!” (that’s hip-hip-hooray for those who don’t read the baby dialect.)
Hip-Hip-Hooray indeed.
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