None of that is particularly stressful, except Lily's been a little. . . behaviory (shut up, it's totally a word) this past week. A little more defiant, a little more fragile, a few nighttime potty accidents in a row, we suspect she may be coming down with something.
Her breakfast lunch and dinner routine's have been a little more dicey. Her top front tooth is a little loose (I think. Leslie reached in there. I didn't tempt fate) so maybe that explains some of it. I just hope she's alright for the visit.
Yesterday, in an effort to get the packing and organizing started for the trip this Saturday, Leslie and I dropped Emma and Lily off at Grammy and Pappy's house (Leslie's parents). The idea was for them to take the kids to a movie. We have three relatively successful trips under our belts so far, so we figured it would be alright to give it a shot.
As we we drove to their house, I saw a large glass-front building ahead and it prompted a memory. I was thinking of a place we went for a wedding reception and ate in a banquet hall. I asked Leslie, "Didn't we have dinner there once?"
Leslie was playing solitaire on her iPhone. She's been playing solitaire on her iPhone for the past four weeks straight. I can't play more than one game of solitaire in a row without being bored out of my skull, but solitaire to her is like a visit to the spa or something. She glanced up.
"Over there," I pointed as we drew closer. She glanced at it as we passed before returning to her solitaire game.
"That's a mausoleum, Jim."
So many responses occurred to me then. . . zombie references mostly, but instead I just sort of meekly replied, "Probably a different place then. . . "
She glanced sidelong at me but didn't otherwise react. She's a good straight man.
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Meanwhile, Lily slept in the back seat.
We dropped the kiddos off and drove home again. We inventoried and made lists and then hit Sam's Club and Target, picking up snacks and sunscreen and paper products and DVD's for the ride before cashing in on a couple Applebee's gift cards that we'd received for supper.
I don't know that Grammy and Pappy really got dealt a great hand that day, Lily-wise. For starters, there was a thunder storm, and thunder makes Lily very apprehensive. So she started out the movie (Madagascar 3) disinterested, then I imagine she wasn't spectacularly happy about the thunder, then apparently the movie theater had a power failure, Lily had an accident, and ultimately, they ended up leaving early.
Next time. . . next time.
They brought the kids home and Lily systematically ate all of Pappy's fries. She was SO. WOUND. UP! They fed her McDonald's before the movie. . . because that's what you do when you're attempting to set yourself up for success on a Lily Outing. . . but she was SO hungry we accused them of not feeding her. Then Emma spilled Pappy's McSlushy thing on the floor and then after we cleaned it up they took off and Leslie put Lily to bed.
Lily is a wonder. She can be SO high energy one minute, but when she's in bed, no matter how much she protests that she's not sleepy and doesn't want to go. . . she's out in 5 minutes. It's a strength. I think she gets it from her mother who is a gifted sleeper herself.
Back to me. . . my boss just got back from vacation, and I have to get everything in order for MY vacation, so you may not see much of me for the next week or two (can't imagine I'll be spending much time online once I'm at the beach.)
There's still that looming big story that some of you are now aware of, and I'll probably address that starting sometime next week, unless I edit what I've already written about the history of it and post it later this week just to end the suspense. All the suspense.
What do you mean you mean there's no suspense?