Casey is, at most, 4 weeks away.
Knowing the date like that is odd, but really cool. Especially as
Jess is heading back into the unpleasant parts of pregnancy, where
you feel really, really big. It's good to have an end date.
Tyler's birthday happened this weekend,
and it was a lot of fun for all parties involved. I always like
getting lots of stuff for people, and we got to invite a bunch of
friends of Tylers (yes, he is old enough to have friends) out to
Kiddie Acres, give them a bunch of tickets, feed them lots of food,
and everyone had a really great time.
Kiddie Acres is a little fun-park down
the street a bit from us. The rides are all out of some old
carnival, but for little kids it's a fantastic time. Everything is
their size, there are essentially no lines, and they get to go around
to do all sorts of stuff. Tyler rode on all the rides and got really
excited when people he knew from school showed up. They all ran
around and had a blast. Tyler even rode a pony, which was great. A
couple of the girls from his class wanted to ride the horses, but got
scared when they were close. Then they watched Tyler do it without
fuss, and when he was done the moms asked him if it was scary, to try
and motivate their daughters. He's so brave.
Right about the time the boys were
getting hungry, the pizza came out. We ordered too much, but that's
part of the fun. Then we had cake! Pro tip: getting the cake for
your 3-year-old's birthday from Whole Foods might be overkill, but
they do make a tasty cake. The parents all appreciate it, at least.
Then everyone got to run around a bunch, we gave away a bunch of
copies of books, and heard a lot of people tell us that they drive by
this place all the time and had no idea it was here.
I liked it.
I've been getting poked a lot recently.
I got a DTAP booster because Casey is on the way and because other
people are stupid about vaccinations, and we brought Tyler along to
watch daddy get a shot. Tyler had just gone for his 3-year
checkup and no shots for him (Lucky guy) so we thought he would get a
kick out of watching daddy go through it. We asked if he wanted to
sit on my lap to watch, but that seemed too scary for him. As if
being so close might accidentally get some needle in him, too.
Anyway, I was very brave, and Tyler got to see the process. He gets
a lot of shots at age 4.
Oh, and then the next day I had to go
to the lab to give some blood for tests. Yeesh.
Casey has been very mean to Jessie
today. She's graduated from big kicks that get Jess right in the
lungs to an uncomfortable stretching that makes Jess have to lean
over and grimace. I can usually wake her up by talking to her belly.
It's a neat trick, but I don't think Jess appreciates it. Jess also
often has Tyler jump up on her lap when she's snacking so he can get
some of her food. She told me that now she has two kids
stealing food from her.
Tyler has moved up a grade! We wanted
to get him into his new class as soon as we could, so that he'd be
used to it by the time he had to go through a second
transition when Casey comes. He's really liking his new class. The
first day he came come with a worksheet where he has started tracing
letters. He did some pretty good work on the letter 'L'. That
afternoon he told us how much he liked Ms. Patty's class. The next
day he gave us a worksheet with a bunch of W's on it. They looked
really good! We were quite proud of him. After that he asked if he
could just stay with Miss Patty all day. The transition period is
supposed to last for a week. Tyler made it 2 days. When we came to
pick him up today he was playing in the *big kid* playground. They
have some raised stepping stones that the kids like to jump between.
Tyler was on his knees carefully stepping from stone to stone and
chatting with the others. We stood to watch for a while. One of the
other kids came up and told Tyler that his parents were here. He got
a big smile and ran over and crashed into us. It's nice when he does
that.
I ran for 4.25 miles today, and
couldn't manage 1.5 miles on Monday. No idea why.
-N
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