Grace is fast asleep on the top bunk, Jordan is cuddling her butterfly blanket in the crib and Eleanor....sweet Energizer Eleanor is still going. She's scared by the noises and just wants to see what we're up to- Granne and Grandbob reading their books, Uncle John trying to get the photos off the disc from the Nikon and me over here on the laptop.
We really are an anti-social family.
You wouldn't have known it from today. Today was one of the first days in a week that we had some sunshine. The girls have been very patient with us, but there are only so many puddle hunts you can go on with wet boots, so many times you can color on the back deck, so many times you can help wash the dishes before you start to get a little cranky. Fortunately, there was a break in the clouds and Granne and Uncle John took the girls to the beach while I went with Jen for a work out and Todd took a lap around the island.
The year is 2009 and we still don't have a dryer. When you're older and reading this to your kids, I put that in so you would understand a bit of my frustration with this week. To the point that your father and I were thinking of booking us out on the ferry tomorrow night rather than next week. So it's June/July and the days are cold and dreary. In an attempt to work off any of your energy, we drag you guys off for giggly puddle hunts in slickers and rain boots - until we hear the thunder and lighting. Then we bring you home to change into clean, dry clothes and put the damp ones up on the line inside the porch.
Now tell me, Science Wizs, how dry do you think your pants are in 95% humidity? And forget about your jeans. Yech. So I took a load with me this morning so that I could clean the two pair of pants that I had for each of you that I've been rotating for the last week. Patty, mother of Olivia and Hana, was generous enough to offer us her lovely washer dryer combo while we worked out and brought it back to us this afternoon. All folded. Yes, there was a scramble to make sure that there were no incriminating undies in the pile that should have been thrown out years ago. (We're good.)
So tonight's dinner (back to the point of the social/anti-social) was supposed to be outside on the picnic table and we used our unfailing optimism to set everything up outside. Fresh fish, rice, pasta with veg, salad, Dad's green beans, leftover cheese fondue from Jen and a nice pound cake from Jen's dad, Ray. Me? I made lemon bars. Your father took one bite, looked at me and said, "This, this here is the reason I'll never leave you."
Just keep him away from the Barefoot Contessa and we're good.
Dinner was a fun, rain-splattered, jumbled run into the house after the raindrops started. Uncle John's friend is a lovely man who has a Mac and has promised to listen to me drone on about my problems in converting from a PC and got stuck in the seat next to the fridge. No escape. Ray was in front of the water, so he enjoyed his meal along with the side of "may I have another glass of water please?" every five minutes and Eleanor was her usual charming self walking around to every one else's plate and saying, "I wantabite pleeeease."
All in all, the evening ended with 16 people in the house eating lemon bars before heading out to Bingo at the PIA hall. Not bad for our anti-social family...
Now if only Eleanor would stop singing the itsy bitsy spider we could all get some sleep.
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