Family Home Evening

Life in the ? Lane

We're definitely not in what you would call the fast lane right now, but I don't know if the slow lane is the right description either. But these aren't really what the lanes are called, are they? The left lane isn't called the fast lane, it's really the passing lane and you shouldn't be in it unless you're passing another vehicle, not just because you think you're going fast and you certainly shouldn't stay in the lane forever just because you feel entitled by your self-proclaimed fast-ness. Since this is (obviously) one of my pet peeves, I've thought a lot about this. Because the fast lane isn't really the fast lane, but for passing, then what is the right hand lane? Is it still the slow lane? Because that's somewhat insulting to the person who is there simply because every one else is going ridiculously fast. Everytime I explain this out in my head (usually when I'm the passenger of one of these "fast lane" drivers) I can't decide what to call the other lane. The normal lane? The regular lane? I guess it doesn't really matter and I've begun to ramble anyway.
To get back to my original metaphor about our current life situation: We are definitely in the right hand lane; going at a regular, good pace but passing anyone going too slow. I feel like we're just coming out of survival mode. I'm just starting to feel like I can breathe; like I can actually enjoy this time in my life with a perfect little newborn and a very spunky toddler. I no longer feel like a zombie if I don't get a nap, and I've even been able to get a shower everyday - most days even when they're both awake (thank you Sesame Street)! There have even been a few nights when I've been able to get a semi-decent dinner on the table - not an easy task when Jason is gone everyday from 7am-7pm and Andres doesn't really appreciate the sling or baby carrier yet and is rather fussy in the evening so I'm reduced to one hand. Addie is adjusting rather well and really loves her brother. And he's going to pretty tough from surviving all the hugs and kisses his not so gentle sister smothers him with (I never leave them alone). Our house is a mess and the dishes are always piling up and the laundry seems to be never-ending. But Addie has slept the last two nights in her big girl bed just like a champ and Andres even slept for 5 straight hours last night. And even Jason's school is going well. Don't get me wrong - he's very busy and rather stressed, but it's only going to be this busy until the end of the semester at the end of June. And next year is supposed to be just as busy except he has to study for boards as well.

So, all in all, life is going. Going fast enough that no one is bored but slow enough that we can appreciate the stage that we're in (at least for now).

Bwilla bwilla

For the longest time, Addie's favorite movie was The Rescuers Down Under. She loves animals and would get so excited whenever it showed the big bird. As a matter of fact, that's what she called it: "bu" or bird. But ever since her dad watched Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory with her, she chooses that anytime she sees it. We're talking the old school, classic Gene Wilder movie. She loves it! The last few days she's even been asking for it by name: "bwilla bwilla". Not only does she love the bright colors and the singing and all the candy and "cocat" (chocolate) but she cheers when Willy Wonka comes out of the factory the first time. She got upset the first time she watched it when Violet turned into a blueberry, but it seems she's believed us that she was ok because she's fine with that part now.

We definitely have some interesting children. They are not boring, that's for sure. This morning when Addie was throwing a fit because she wanted to pick up the baby but he was still asleep, he slept through the whole tantrum and when she finally got distracted by something else he had the biggest smile on his face but was still fast asleep. Goofy kids.

She sure loves her brother.