This is how we do it. It's Friday night and I feel alright....la ra ra raaaa.
We have been humming/singing this song since the 4th. Montell Jordan is catchy even 10 or so years later.
We celebrated a 3rd birthday with cake, candles, water fun and family. Daddy made me set an alarm clock on the 1st (my friday off) so that we could beat the traffic up north for Riley man's b-day. Needless to say, the traffic was non-existent at 8:30 and I might have rubbed that in his face a few times but this is how we do it.
We packed up the Tahoe to the brim with a baby bouncer, a bumbo, 2 suitcases, a diaper bag, presents and 5 pillows. Yep, we are particular about our pillows and body pillows. Sleep is precious these days and comfort is everything during those precious sleeping hours.
That is how we do it.
We frollicked in the 'big wake', browsed a few fish houses and finally watched our big boy blow out 3 candles with gusto, have his cake and eat it too and then nap for nearly 2.5 hours in just a pull-up cuz it was really hot in that little trailor.
This is how we do it.
We slept over at Uncle 'Tevins' cabin and enjoyed a good storm, a wonderful sleeping through the night baby, lots of laughter from the cousins, a midmorning walk through the woods and lots of eating. We got calls from little boys who were catching all the fish. We perused the Setzler yard and invaded the dock with buckets of all shapes and sizes that were continuosly filled and dumped with fresh, cool lake water. We (I) go ahead and give persmission to stay one more night cuz we are having fun, baby girl is sleeping awesome, cute cousins ask us to stay and frankly we are a-okay with not showering for one more night.
This is how we do it.
We sneak out Sunday morning before any of the Kevin Theisen family is up careful not to wake them (succussfully, I might add) and run home to thoroughly shower down, get a quick nap in and head to the annual Hutchie 4th of July party. We play bocce ball, badminton, cards and eat a tremendous amount of food. We take in my Auntie Judy filling water balloons, setting up sprinklers and handing out water guns for the kids. We get squirted by sneaky little boys who are rather stealthy for 3 years old as we continue our game of bocce and watch from a distance at all the water fun the kids are having. Daddy and Lyssa get dropped off at home for baby girls 7:15 bedtime while Riley and I settle into pj's play some more badminton and head off to fireworks at the highschool. My Dad starts directing traffic as the library parking lot becomes well a parking lot of staggered and badly parked vehicles who are all clammoring in to watch the display of colors in the sky. We watch on a blanket and Riley ooh's and ahh's and then promptly falls asleep in my lap on the back seat of the convertible with the top down and the night stars shining above us. It was totally worth a late bedtime and I smiled as I spent special time with my boy and my parents. We come home to Daddy who is a wreck at 11:15 because he was worried about us and quote "doesn't know how to be alone anymore in a quiet house." We spend the Monday holiday relaxing, running through sprinklers (the boy begged us to join), lighting sparklers and falling asleep to the endless big booms of neighbors who bought way better fireworks than we.
This is how we do it.
I survive a tumultuous week of a new EMR computer system and by Friday am thinking that my short 4 day work week might have been the longest week ever experienced. But there is no rest for the weary and a 3rd fishing b-day party to prepare for so we write a list, go shopping twice in 12 hours and prepare.
This is how we do it.
Saturday mornings are 'casual' dress and we all run around in unders or pj's (just to clarify you can only run around in unders if your under 42 inches). Most weekend morning our couches are transformed into boats and the boy piles all of his faves into his boat. All morning Riley begged for "nappy poo" time as he knew full well that after naps were fishing, cake and presents. Daddy drops off Riley and I at my parent's house so he can nap before party time and I can setup. He wakes up and is crushed to find out my parent's went to a grad party without him. In his words "I wove adduation pardies and I willy willy want to go Mommy." He sheds a few tears at being left out and gets over it quickly as he spots his cake, his Daddy with a bucket full of minnows and his up north Nana. We watch the all boy party fish for minnows, paint cute fishies, play in the sand and finally eat cake, watch present opening and then leave red in the face from the heat and fun. We watched Riley obssess over the minnows and sucker minnows, picking them up incessantly and proudly standing over them and finallly joining them in the pool because he just couldn't get close enough. We take in an old friend sitting on a blanket watching the baby girls smile and babble to eathother. We look around happy and satisfied that the party was a success and that our boy was ecstatic, celebrated and looking tired. We finally crash at home put the kids down promptly and sit on our couches waiting to see if Riley will indeed fall asleep in his tent. An hour later we check and he is "waiting for my Nana." Nana follows him to bed and we follow her and take a right crawling into bed and immediatley falling alseep.
This is how we do it.
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| We forget candles so we roll with tea lites...this is how we do it! |
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| We love giving away party favors! |
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| We smile at good friends as we share recent gifts |
We celebrate alone time as a family of 4 with sprinkler fun, hand stirred blizzards with oreos, bathtime and finally bedtime. Both of our kids are sleeping within seconds and we talk about our weekend. Smiling at the mental memories, smiling at the pictures and smiling as we peek in the occupied rooms to find 2 of the sweetest kids around. We marvel at how busy life is and we try to remember what the H we did before we had kids. Relax? What is that? We go to bed early and try to fall asleep before the storm hits. Bummer, we didn't make it and we listen to heavy rain, loud booming thunder and finally nothing as we fell asleep somewhere in between.
This is how we do it.
I call home twice Monday morning because weekends make me miss my kids something fierce and I ask D the same questions everyday. "What time did the kids get up?" "Did they ask about me?" "Do they want to talk to me?" Daddy then replies "You are on speaker with Riley and Alyssa, say hi to Mommy guys." I smile and fight back jumping in the truck to race home and hug them and eventually get back to work and race through my day just to get home to them.
