And... I'm Behind!

Well, it didn't take me long to fall behind. Oops. It's mostly because it hasn't been a particularly exciting week so far. Monday, Isaac and Brady (who I refer to as 'the little boys') had their 4-year and 18-month check-ups, respectively. Here they are before the needles came out:

I don't have an 'after' photo, but I'm sure you can imagine the scene: Brady screaming, Isaac crying, Abby screaming AND crying because Brady accidentally ripped the straw hat she was wearing. Ah, the symphony. Anyway, Brady is still small, hovering around 20-25% for height and weight. Isaac continues to be more of a 75% man. He also, as it turns out, earned a referral to occupational therapy thanks to poor balance and poor fine motor skills. (And that's in addition to the speech issues he's had for years and a dogged refusal to potty train.) So I pretty much walked out of there feeling like a complete failure.

Tuesday was a bit better. We made what I termed Super Brownies: box mix jazzed up with candy/toppings I could find in the pantry, including M&Ms (handily squirreled away after Easter), mini marshmallows and caramel topping.

Were they awesome? Not really. The M&Ms were impossible to find post-baking (much to Isaac's great disappointment), and the marshmallow turned into a mushy, chewy mess. But not bad. Nope, definitely not bad.

Day 6 -- Got a little boom in my big truck

Got a little boom in my big truck...

I'm not really crazy. Okay, well, maybe a little bit. But seriously, I defy anyone who's lived a life like mine to not be just a wee bit nutso (at least sometimes). See? I just wrote several lines about absolutely nothing. If that's not nutty in a Seinfeld sort of way, I don't know what is.

Anyway, I don't have a truck so the aforementioned booming is the first line of Country Girl, the music for this year's mother/daughter dance. I've heard that song so many times since January that I sing it in my sleep, in the shower, in the car, in the store, while gardening, everywhere. Sometimes I don't realize I'm singing outloud and only notice when someone looks at me funny. It's recital weekend, so I've already heard it --and danced it-- once today. We're back at it again tonight at 7, and tomorrow at 1 for the last time. I'm of multiple minds about it. I've always felt a jolt of nervousness just before going on stage, but once I'm out there with a few steps safely under my belt, I feel at home. It's always been like that for me. But beyond that, it feels like I'm paying tribute to Logan. The morning he died, we were in dance class and I wanted to quit. But I had a sudden thought: Logan would LOVE this; you have to keep doing it. So we did. Even when it wasn't fun getting up at 7:45 on Saturday morning. So we've now done it once, and I paid tribute to my sunshine with the I Love You gesture.

But it wasn't all about us gals. Isaac and his Rags cohorts had their performance this afternoon. In fact, another mom and I were responsible for their class back stage. Here they are, along with my wonderful helper Abby:

Isaac was a champ. He not only went on stage and did the song and dance, but he had a particularly loud moment that jarred the audience to giggles. He is, after all, Ms. Ti's LOUD singer.

My most bizarre moment of the early afternoon came during the studio owner's speech at the end. The cast was all on stage, sitting and listening (or in the case of the little ones, fidgeting like mad). I felt self-conscious since I was parked right smack in the middle of the stage with the Rags crew and most of the other moms were off to the sides, but my placement became key as the girls in front of me suddenly turned and exclaimed "there's a bee!" After much scooching, I saw it, and tried to shoo it away. Of course, the bee took that as license to fly toward us and it landed on a little girl's shoe. (Thankfully, she didn't notice.) There was more screeching, and I swatted it away. Undeterred, it flew right at me and landed on my collar. I swatted it away yet again, and it landed next to me. (Cue more scooching and muted screeching.) I looked at it, apologized, and then stepped on it. Poor bee. Then I made a little path and kicked it out to the front of the stage. I'm sure the rest of the theater was oblivious, but it was a bit of expected excitement for me. And I'd prefer to NOT have a repeat performance of the feat.

Anyway, we headed outside afterward and met up with Adam and his parents. It's not a great pic, but it'll do:

And... more to come!

Day 5 -- Happy birthday, Isaac!

June 15 was Isaac's fourth birthday. I had a lot of very mixed feelings about this particular changing of age. After all, it was just two weeks after my sweet Logan turned four that we found out he had cancer. But like many things, birthdays come and go no matter how we feel about them, and all in all, this one wasn't bad at all.

The day began with dance recital rehearsal for all of us. (Well, those of us dancing this year, so to be precise, Abby, Isaac and me.)

Then it was on to presents, lunch for the boys at McD's (Abby and I had to go back to the theater to rehearse her ballet number), pro pics, dinner at Red Tractor, presents and cake! Phew!

And for good measure, a cheeser smile from Brady. This is what he does when he sees a camera these days.

Day Four

Oof, four days in and I'm already behind. This does not bode well for the summer as a whole... but onward I press.

Yesterday, we went to the Dairy in town for ice cream. It's a cute place where you drive up to (usually) a teenager, place an order, and they bring it out to your car. So a drive thru with no speakers or windows. Abby cleverly told me that she'd been there with Bridget and that Bridget's mom gets them *medium* sized cones (and I have no idea if that's true or not...). So medium it was, with chocolate and orange for Abby, vanilla for Isaac, and strawberry for Brady and me. I should star that last part, because it's not as if Brady wanted to share with his mommy. Does this look like someone who wants to share?

We took our ice cream over to the Veterans' Plaza Park downtown, which has a tot lot but not much else. Fortunately Abby and Isaac got into it anyway, and post-ice cream we played for a little while.

And that's about it! Up next: 6/15, Isaac's fourth birthday plus dance recital rehearsals. Busy, busy, busy....

Day 3

Following on the heels of yesterday's big excursion, Laziness took control. So today was low-key. Low, low key.

Isaac had dance class this morning, and I was very (very) pleased that he actually participated. He hadn't wanted to for a few weeks now, but with the recital coming up this weekend, I was super anxious about having a potential non-dancer, non-singer on-hand. But he rocked out, in his crazed 'don't really know what I'm doing but hey, it's kinda fun' way. Then we came home and had fresh fruit salad for lunch. In an attempt to stick to my guns and do something 'different', they ate picnic-style atop a blanket in the living room. And that was pretty much it! The rest of the day was filled with Isaac making a stack of pictures, drawn almost entirely in purple crayon (and believe it or not, I'm just *now* getting the irony of that...) and featuring high-wire artists; Abby reading and watching the Disney Channel; and Brady, well, being a toddler.

Day 2... Put me in the zoo...

Today I was ambitious. I took Abby, Isaac and Brady and Abby's friend Bridget to the Oakland Zoo. By myself. *cue oohs and aahs* Me, completely alone with a herd of wild animals....

But seriously, it went just fine. The kids were all very well-behaved. Brady was mind-blowingly tolerant of being confined to the stroller for most of the day (because let's get real: there was no flippin' way I was going to loose him with Isaac along for the ride). Abby and Bridget were tolerant of Isaac. And best of all, there were no real meltdowns. Nothing even close to a meltdown, in fact.

We picked up Bridget at 10, and headed west, arriving at the zoo in good time. We saw flamingoes, a pair of sleeping tigers (one of whom was named Molly, which called to mind fond thoughts of Logan's love of the same name from CHO), elephants, giraffes, frogs, lizards, snakes (blech!), monkeys, chimps, and more. The usual zoo crew. Most interesting tidbits? There are a few.

Abby was very (very) unamused when the chimps got excited for a few seconds. Oh, the whooping and hollering. I tried to tell her that it's how I feel when she and her siblings whoop and holler and act like monkeys, but she didn't buy it.

Abby was surprisingly interested in the alligators. I have no idea why. She'd never before expressed an iota of interest in alligators.

There was a tiny baby squirrel monkey riding around on its mommy's back. According to the guide standing there to keep people quiet (and he had his work cut out for him with Mr. High Volume Isaac himself present), it was the mom's first time out with her babe. The zoo people were very excited.

We had lunch at the cafe on-site. I was shocked when the kids' meals all included two two-packs of fairly sizable chocolate chip cookies. Bonga! Then there were more lions, tigers, bears... oh my.

All told, we were inside the gates for about four hours. I hope all of the kids had a good time. I'd do it again. A quick but heartfelt thank you to the parents from Logan's preschool class for the zoo membership. Here're a few more photos.

Day One

School came to a close last Friday, so today was the first 'official' day of Summer vacation for our family. It was something of a low-energy day, but I decided we wouldn't couch potato our way through day one. We were all up by 8 or so, and I had everyone get dressed, destination: Target. It's a little silly, but I love Tarjay. There's something nice about it, and I especially love the little Starbucks cafe in the front of the store. We took a cart for a spin with Winnie the Pooh animals in tow, picked up a few items, and checked out. Abby and Isaac asked for Icees, so I complied (sugar overload be darned!), and both selected cherry. Then I popped by the Starbucks for an iced coffee. We settled in at a table off in a corner, where we had our drinks, Brady had a baby food fruit smoothie, and the kids shared a Lunchable.

Later, after I put Brady down for a nap, we began another little project. I prepped some cake batter, dropped it in spoonfuls on a greased cookie sheet, and baked cake-cookies. After they'd cooled, Abby and Isaac made sandwich cookies and decorated them with a variety of sprinkles from my cabinet. (And I have a LOT of sprinkles. Or jimmies, as my Mid-Atlantic mind secretly thinks of them.) Easy, and lots of 'oooh, this is so good!'

I thought of Logan a lot today, not only because today marked four months since he moved on to Heaven, but because we ran into one of his hem/onc nurses at a random store this morning. I miss those people; they were a huge part of my life for 18 months. But in the same breath, it's hard to see them and remember everything that happened. How much we had to endure. How much my sunshine had to endure.

But we're doing the best we can. Tomorrow promises to be a bit more... different. ;)