The haps, lately.

Kids learn early on to play both sides of the parenting team.  Parker is currently pleading for Dadaaaa from the crib because he doesn’t feel like napping.  Pity for you, dear child, Dada is not home.  He also discarded all of his blankets and his pillow from the crib and dropped them on the floor.  He thinks this is hurting me, but I’m not the one who will be sleeping directly on a crib mattress now am I?

I’m currently eating leftovers from last night’s dinner, which was really quite good.  It’s good warm or cold (I might prefer it cold, straight from the fridge).  It was ‘grammed, but in case you didn’t see it: orzo, chicken, grape tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers, feta, balsamic vinegar, olive oil, and a splash of dressing.  YUM.  It will be in heavy rotation this summer, of this I am certain.  Parker loved it too–except for the grape tomatoes.  He must’ve gotten my dislike for the things (I don’t like tomatoes.  I know, I knowwww.)

Everyone’s back for the summer (mostly; Nathaniel will be traveling to Hong Kong in about a month, and visiting family in Minnesota before that, so give or take, we’re all here.), so I’m under strict self-given orders to keep plentiful groceries in the house.  It’s a lot of people, in this family, and if food gets low things start to get a little bit squirrely.  You don’t want to be around when that happens.  Adjustment period, for all, goes much smoother if there’s sufficient food.

Parker has taken to running in circles around the house–really quite fast too.  He stands at the freezer and counts: “one, two, fwee, foh, figh, wick, vevem, eight, nine, ten, go!” and he’s off.  He doesn’t take corners even a fraction slower than his straightaways which always has me crossing my fingers he’s not going to pummel into the corner of the train table but so far so good.  It is so cute.

Lindsey has a spring concert (and solo!) coming up.  She sings in the choir and plays clarinet.  She’s so, “whatevs!” about the solo.  I was not so brave.  It’s pretty cool.

William is trying to qualify for States in the 400 and his last meet is coming up.  You don’t know what a big deal this is.  I had to beg him to join track (really, any sport, but track was the easiest sell) in the first place and really coach him to get excited about it.  Now to have him even remotely interested (and it’s more than remotely!) in qualifying for States???  It’s so fun.  There’s not a sport I am more excited about watching the kids in than track.  It’s a bit selfish, really.  Wish him luck!

I roped Steve into watching this summer’s Bachelorette with me.  He was hemming and hawing a bit (a really little bit, probably just to save his game face) but pretty decent first episode, eh?  I could not believe Ice Age had a cameo appearance trying to get back on the show.  Now that’s Bachelorette, Bachelor Pad, and a tiny and semi-embarassing attempt to get on yet another Bachelorette.  Chris, please find a day-job.  Finally, my favorite contestant so far is Eric.  (So, you can imagine, how bummed I was to learn right away that not only does he not become the final one but that he also passed away since the show was taped.  What a sad story.)

What else?  Summer plans are sort of being made though very much up in the air still.  I’m craving 80 degrees and the beach.  And, let’s see, happy Memorial Day weekend!