Day 3

Swinging!
With her three
With mohawk
Sandbox kid
Birthday girl

As I write this, Sam is singing the name of the nanny, which is cracking us up. We're wrapping up three days. Three looooooong days. Three days where times were fun, but they just seemed to creep by. Actually, after a rocky start, day three came off pretty well. Eva woke up early this morning and wouldn't go back to sleep, so Emily was already in a pretty bad mood by the time Sam and I woke up (lateish). I took the two babies and Sam for a walk. I'd made the mistake of telling Sam we would be going to the park, so he was lobbying hard for an immediate departure, but he eventually assented to a trip in the backpack and a stroll to the retirement home nearby and back. It is getting hot! I think today was around 90, but with the humidity much hotter feeling. Anyway, it was an okay trip and when we got back we were able to head off to lunch, then park, then a quick grocery trip by Emily. The park itself was fun, with a sandbox, some time on swings, and a baby nap. But the logistics are always a little hard--parking, babies knocking cups over, fighting off the sun, and so on.

Emily's mom keeps saying that the time will go by quickly, which is true from a grandparent's perspective, but from the starting line of parenting, it still often seems like a really long race ahead of us. I know the babies actually are growing up quickly, but on a day by day basis, it's just hard to keep everyone clean and fed and disease-free, to slice up two parents three ways, and to do the other work we're supposed to be doing as our main job. Things are coming along, and we will genuinely miss these days. Emily and I joke about it a lot actually, because we'll recount a day and realize that it was pretty rocky, but already it's just becoming "Emily's fun birthday where we went to the park." This conceals the mom-headache, the twins who kept trying to pull the food off the table, the parking hassle, the beating sun, the husband complaining he has to read two articles and do a powerpoint by tomorrow, etc. The fun day at the park. Got that?

Well, I'm now over 200 posts on this blog. Emily's at 35 sparkling years, putting her half way to her biblical three score and ten (oops, maybe I shouldn't have mentioned that). The babies are asleep. Sam didn't take a nap so he'll be down soon too. Life is coming along. Goodbye three day holiday! Back to the familiar tomorrow.