Thursday, June 16, 2011

Coming Home

I'm on a semi-hiatus from the blog because we're back east visiting family and well, it's much more fun to visit and catch up with people than type away at my computer during nap time. It's a funny thing "vacationing" in your parent's house but really, it is actually can be far more relaxing than being on our own (although there is a big old hole without John here). Whenever grandparents are involved, hands seem to multiply towards infinity and offers of help come from all directions. I'm lucky... I've been able to run a 10 mile race that Liz and I trained for for months (she recaps the whole thing well except for the part where she doesn't say that she is super duper fast), we have been canoeing, enjoying some outside entertainment, out for walks, eating exceptionally well, meeting up with little friends, cursing the rain but embracing the sun, running through sprinklers, splashing in pools, going to the beach... and it's all been easy peasy. No, that's not true... Molly always adjusts to the time changes well but Jack, not so much. He is Mr. Happy Go Lucky except when we ask him to totally change his sleep schedule and then he turns into Mr. Banshee Wailer Who Shatters Windows With His Scream and Can't Be Put Down. That's a big title for a young man. The little dude had a three day period of being very unhappy, including one entire day of frequent rounds of screeching, until he discovered two things: a Thomas book at the library and cats' tails, especially one on a very patient cat who doesn't mind that his tail gets pulled or his ears get grabbed, and life has suddenly been much easier. Molly, while adjusting to the time change just fine and dandy, has been producing behaviors that have my parents cackling and mumbling things about karma and payback and me ready to go batty... except that my behaviors weren't so time consuming to redress and redirect until I was 16 (my mom says 11, but she's wrong). Molly is, you may remember, three. Just three (although my niece, who is eight, did say that Molly has matured since our last visit). The stuff that comes out of her mouth often IS funny, too, if you're not the one who has to deal with the consequences of said behavior. She's a tongue twister, that one (literally, sometimes). I can get so flustered figuring out what to say to her because it has bitten me in the patooty more than once (my favorite right now is "Mom, I just don't want to fight about it anymore"). But the love, oh the love, that is there... that all makes it okay at the end of the day with these small people. 

Helping Grampy fill the bird feeders is one of those things that takes 20 times longer when little munchkins help but...

the looks of satisfaction on their faces are 20 times sweeter than anything any silly bird will give you.

Right, our sun went away and we were forced back into fleece and pants.

Ladies afternoon out: a show and gelato. 

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I swear, I think my mom and I finished almost all our conversations that we started while at the beach today -- in a linear fashion. These two played their little hearts and souls out... with each other. I might even throw a magazine in there next time. 

Post beach production.

Painting with pals (thanks for the picture, Liz).


Wreaking a bit of havoc on some other diners' dinners. Just a little hide and seek... what? (thanks again, Liz)

We really do miss John and I'm sure he loves hearing the stories about the madness while he toils away back in Seattle, but I figure if you can't have your spouse to help, grandparents sure do make a good back up team. Even with the extra dash of sassy and screamy, it's so nice to be back. It's helpful and reassuring to get the perspective that parents offer and it's really nice, as we all feel I'm sure, to get to see the relationships develop between little ones and grand ones. Summers in Maine and Block Island are glorious and while I often race around hither and thither when I'm home, on this trip, I've slowed down. Getting to enjoy the location as well as the people has been rejuvenating and fun. It's why no matter how nice temperate winters with little snow are and springs that really do start in April, I think I'll always be a New Englander at heart. It's the people, it's the places, it's just plain home. 

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Love these photos! First of all, I was blinded by the pale-ness of your kids' skin at the beach :) Second, Ruby will also randomly lay down and nap in the sand at the beach. Third, I have just reached the point of being able to bring a magazine with me to the beach too. SO AWESOME!!

Liz said...

Love this post. I also love how you call it "home" when you never really lived there - I feel the same about where my parents live now. It's definitely all about the people. Especially love the shot of your mom and Molly.

Holly said...

Great pics- can't wait to see you guys on BI!

Tricia said...

La...la...la...I am not listening to any ideas that Baby Jack (I know he's not a baby, but I cannot help calling him that ~ think he will mind when he is 10?) can be anything but an easy going happy guy. I love seeing them and I miss you all! Chase is sending Molly kiss in his sleep right now. Come back for a visit it just got nice here. Hi to your mom and dad from us. Your Long Lost Penticton Friends ~ Tricia, Joan & Chase xxxooo

Mary said...

The post is great as always. Looking forward to July with you all in Seattle. The sunshine is forecast to come then too! Found swimming lesson option if you are interested. We would love to see you when you get back and are ready. Enjoy block island and hugs to you all. Vacation is great we enjoyed it as well but your own bed rocks too