Here are some more photos from the party.
Friday, June 30, 2006
Cooling Off
Late one afternoon, after a day full of neverending unpacking, nonstop sweating, and bad tempers (i.e., the air-conditioning was not working that day), we all packed into the minivan and went off to Target in search of a kiddie pool. Despite Milo's pleas that evening, Justin managed to hold off inflating the pool until the next morning. Here we are enjoying cooling off.
Milo's and Calder's Gram
Without Milo's and Calder's grandmother, Gram, we might not have made it to Columbia in one piece. She helped us pack in VA, unpack in SC, and tirelessly played with the boys. She's quite a good sport!
Leaving Williamsburg, Virginia
Before we left Williamsburg, our wonderful friends threw us a going away party. It's pretty clear from the attached pictures of the party that the kids and adults had a wonderful time. Some highlights from the party are Devon and Milo filling Devon's potty with water from the pool, Owen and Ian teaching Milo how to spray water using an air pump, Hannah's lovely cake, the beautiful collage of all of the kids' handprints (and Calder's footprint), and most of all, the company of good friends. We already miss our friends very much.
We've Moved to South Carolina and Now We Have A Sidler
We recently moved from Williamsburg, Virginia, to Columbia, South Carolina. What an exhausting trek that was and the transition continues to be. In particular, my boys have had a hard time sleeping since we've moved and part of that might be because our air-conditioning was on the fritz twice during the two weeks that we have been in Columbia.
At any rate, the boys' sleeplessness has created some funny (in addition to annoying) moments. For example, we now have a "Sidler," as on Seinfeld. Twice now Milo has sidled me, such that I might have to get him one of these Seinfeld-esque t-shirts (see http://www.cafepress.com/culturevulture/677558) and perhaps a little bell to hang around his neck. The first time he sidled it was around midnight and Justin and I were reading in bed after an exhausting evening of frantic unpacking once the boys were in bed for the night (ha ha ha). As I lay in bed it sounded like a dog (yes, we have two, but both were already in our room curled up in the dogbed at the foot of our bed) was creeping across the hall floor into our bedroom. I looked up and noticed Milo on his knees sort of crawling, scooting, who-knows-what-out-of-a-horror-movie, maybe levitating into our bedroom. And all of a sudden, Milo's big blue eyes and impish grin were peeking at me from the foot of my bed declaring his undying thirst or something like that. Yes, so now he goes to bed with a cup of ice water on his nightstand.
The second time Milo sidled me, Justin and I had just popped a DVD into the DVD player downstairs in the family room, at about 10 p.m. Without a sound (and no creaking on the stairs!), Milo appears aside the sofa and states, while climbing onto the sofa, "I've come downstairs. I'm going to watch TV with you, yes!" Mind you, Milo does not watch television (he's watched it maybe 5 times since birth) and his bedtime is 8 p.m. Needless to say, we marched him back up to bed and told him that we too were going to go to sleep right away.
At any rate, the boys' sleeplessness has created some funny (in addition to annoying) moments. For example, we now have a "Sidler," as on Seinfeld. Twice now Milo has sidled me, such that I might have to get him one of these Seinfeld-esque t-shirts (see http://www.cafepress.com/culturevulture/677558) and perhaps a little bell to hang around his neck. The first time he sidled it was around midnight and Justin and I were reading in bed after an exhausting evening of frantic unpacking once the boys were in bed for the night (ha ha ha). As I lay in bed it sounded like a dog (yes, we have two, but both were already in our room curled up in the dogbed at the foot of our bed) was creeping across the hall floor into our bedroom. I looked up and noticed Milo on his knees sort of crawling, scooting, who-knows-what-out-of-a-horror-movie, maybe levitating into our bedroom. And all of a sudden, Milo's big blue eyes and impish grin were peeking at me from the foot of my bed declaring his undying thirst or something like that. Yes, so now he goes to bed with a cup of ice water on his nightstand.
The second time Milo sidled me, Justin and I had just popped a DVD into the DVD player downstairs in the family room, at about 10 p.m. Without a sound (and no creaking on the stairs!), Milo appears aside the sofa and states, while climbing onto the sofa, "I've come downstairs. I'm going to watch TV with you, yes!" Mind you, Milo does not watch television (he's watched it maybe 5 times since birth) and his bedtime is 8 p.m. Needless to say, we marched him back up to bed and told him that we too were going to go to sleep right away.
A Blog For My Boys
On the advice of a friend, who recently started a blog for her son Devon (see http://devons-blog.blogspot.com), I decided that my guys needed a blog too. So here's the beginning, a blog devoted to my guys. And here are my guys, along with me and their dad. More pictures of my little guys and their wacky antics to come.
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