I write this to you from the comfiest chair in the apartment (Papa's chair) with a baby asleep in one room and a toddler asleep in another. She's flying high, friends. I'm like a kid in a toy store: I look around the room at all the things I could do with TWO WHOLE HANDS and no one banging anything or singing or yelling. I think OH! I shall do that thing, but no, THAT thing, or wait...and today, the blog has won.
I would go make myself some coffee or a chai latte as a little icing on the napping cake, but I'm afraid Lucy June will wake up before I can get back to the post, and then it will be just another postless day on the Rhodes Log, and my drink will get cold, and I'll reheat it, and I'll walk the baby, and I'll get on instagram, and my drink will get cold...you know the drill.
We've enjoyed ourselves some coldish weather the past week. I made a solo trek from Fredericksburg back to Houston with the two littles. They were champs. Only had to stop once to nurse - which was lucky because the temps never got above freezing for the whole drive. I keep thinking: It's been so long since we've experienced a REAL winter. And then I think. But you're in Texas. And I feel stupid.
It's good to be back in Houston with the husband even if he is working all the time and Jake is skipping 75% of his naps. My little brother is living with us which makes the apartment feel extra small because my brother is kind of...not small.
BUT Wednesday we move into the land of REAL HOUSE dwellers, even if we'll only be small house dwellers. It means so many things. I'll get a double jogging stroller because there will be a place to put it. I'll have my own washer/dryer. Jacob will have a workshop in the garage. Jake will have a yard to play in - or as he calls it "my own park." And for the first time we will be living in a house that we aren't already busting the seams of when we move in. Our first place was tiny. And then our first baby graduated us to a whopping ONE bedroom apartment. And I know. I know. Abraham Lincoln was raised in a 10x15 foot cabin or some such. Jacob reminds me of this ALL the time.
We got to go to Mass at our home parish this morning. I REALLY like our parish here in Houston. I'll take my Masses heavy on the incense and teeming with little children, please. A father had to carry his screaming three year old daughter all the way down the center aisle and out the door during the homily and the priest paused, smiled, and made the customary joke about having offended her. And I even laughed because I was so happy to be back (I'm typically very cynical about homily jokes.) It helps that we're currently in a sweet spot as far as kids in Mass go. Jake is old enough to understand that donut holes are on the line and manages to stay quiet - not still - but quiet. And little Lucy June sleeps and stares at people and eats her hand. And I get to listen to readings and homilies and remember that Mass can actually be a prayerful place.
We saw our couple-crush. We stopped and chatted them up a little. I told them something that made them laugh (Jacob gave me props for this.) We got in the car afterwards and Jacob said: "He asked me my name again...I keep hoping..."
I'll stop blabbing about nothing in particular and show pictures of my offspring now. Here's: Siblings Almost Play Together.
And because sometimes she gets a little gender specific, here's: Lucy June and Her It's a Girl Headgear
P.S. I'd love any Washer/Dryer thoughts. I'm in a consumer reports rut on the whole thing and torn between buying the washer of my dreams or just a clunker because online appliance reviews are a black hole and also kind of shady. Ugh Ugh.
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