Heeeeey from MD.
The other night I went to “yogalaties” with Alex. When we got home Poppop was dancing Ronan to sleep to the flow of reggae. He said it was the only way he could get me to sleep when I was a baby.
I have memories of Dad dancing with me as a little girl – Bob Marley, mostly. (I remember – falsely or not – Mom always playing UB40.) It’s the reason our father of the bride dance was to “Three Little Birds.” (I always thought of Alex, myself, and Noah as the three little birds in the song. Funny.)
I think I’m tried. When my parents had me and Alex (the two oldest, 16-months apart) they both worked, day and night, to make it work hence getting way less reprieve then me, even on a hard day. Dad recounts often the nights he’d get home and Mom would have to leave for work. He’d fall asleep in front of our closed bedroom door so Alex and I couldn’t get out but could play safely (and climb all over him) while he tried to get some rest.
Mom, Isaiah, Jorgi, Molly, and Sam picked us up from the airport. Mom always makes a big deal about it and brings the kids in to find us within the baggage claim crowd. We like it :) This also creates extra opportunities to glide on the moving walkways. It’s like Disney for Eve, but free for me.
My parents prepared a sweet guest room for us (one that is typically occupied by my younger brother who recently flew the coop). Mom brought up lots of toys for Eve and even put hand-me-down (the best!) from the Aunt and Uncles in the drawers and closet for Ronan and Eve. She thinks of all those little touches.
^Here is our 2.5 Kinder loop running crew. The kids all kicked my bum, but it was a good time regardless.
In other news, I keep accidentally calling Ronan by Isaiah. Nonnie stopped by <3 And Aunt Alex, who lives in RVA, arrived in Cooleytown.
We’re here for two weeks while Brad trains in Boston! Any Boston tips are very welcome :) :)