Tidbits

Random happenings from the last few days:

• Claire, while cruising in the jogging stroller on our way home from the park on Sunday suddenly turned to glare at Tex, who was lumbering along peacefully beside her, and then said in the most annoyed and accusing voice ever used by a 2-year-old, "Mommy, Texie doesn't talk to us."  Her tone said, clearly, Tex is an asshole.
• Monday was the swim school's opening day!  It went great for JP and crew and we remain very excited about this new company.  It looks like he should be able to pay us back for all the business founding/forming expenses in this first session and bring in some profits at the start of session 2 this summer!  Momma's buying herself a bunch of hamburgers and L&C are getting a swing set for the back yard (hopefully for their birthdays this summer, we shall see, those suckers are expensive).
• Opening day went less well for me and my attempted 7 a.m. - 3:30 p.m. schedule.  As it turns out, it is much, much better if I am asleep from 5:30-7 a.m. because if I am awake the nausea consumes me.  I basically sat at my desk all morning staring at the wood grain trying very hard not to think about throwing up.  It didn't go away all day, including during my meeting with two FBI agents.  That night I forced myself to make dinner (and then forced myself to choke it down) and near the end JP called to say he was cleaning up and would be on his way soon.  "Like in 10 minutes?" I asked.  "Maybe 30," he replied.  "So like 15 minutes?" I countered.  "Um no, it's probably just going to take me 30 minutes."  As it turned out, this wasn't a negotiation.  When he got home 42 minutes later he found me on the couch in a ball immersing myself in a well-read romance novel while the kids entertained themselves in their castle doing who knows what but it was quiet and no one needed any band-aids.  It was a rough day.
• Not surprisingly, as of Tuesday morning, the kids are back in full-time daycare.  JP bartered with the director for private swim lessons for her and her daughter.  We love our daycare/director so much.
• On Sunday JP was pulling weeds in the front yard at dusk, and I was watching JP pull weeds in the front yard, and the kids were running around in circles creating "obstacle courses" out of the piles of weeds and various features of our front yard.  And there was giggling and twilight was coming and our giant oak tree was bursting with new green leaves and Claire was trying to copy everything Landon was doing three moves behind and I felt like I was going to burst.  My love of the neighborhood, yard, tree, husband, and kids all joined together in a glorious moment that made me ache inside.  And in two years a little toddler will be running behind them.  Who knew weeding (and watching weeding) could bring about such emotions?
• I'm concerned that my pants are getting tight.  I don't think this happened so early with Landon or Claire.  Ugh.  Pregnancy.  Also, hamburgers.
• JP, sitting on the couch and going through his stack of 12 checks from his swim lessons today, "Do you want to throw them on the bed and roll around in them?"

And that's our week so far!