I was tidying up our apartment and starting a load of laundry when Gavin announced he needed to do some business in the bathroom. I told him to let me know when he was finished so I could help clean him up. A few minutes later I heard crying. So I ran in to help Gavin. I asked him what was wrong and he sobbed, "I flushed the toilet! I need you help to put more poop in there!" I wanted to laugh right out loud! I cleaned him up and while he was pulling up his pants he was still kind of whining. He said, "I want to have a baby. I want to have my own baby now." I think he misses his good friend Cameron who is 10 1/2 months old. But then again Gavin talks about babies a lot. Mom and Dad will have to see what we can do about that!
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Monday, May 28, 2007
Today was the first day of normalcy. Heath left for work this morning and the boys and I were left to our own devices. I took the boys down to the rec room in our building. Unfortunately it was being cleaned at the time so the boys couldn't play basketball.
We decided to walk to the library while we waited. Gavin was having fun with the puzzles and Parker was taking the children's periodicals off the shelf and putting them away. Parker won't let me read an entire book to him unless it's bedtime!
The children's librarian invited us to join a pre-school group for story time. Gavin loved it. He sat on his own carpet square like all the other students and participated in the songs, stories, and fingerplays. Parker wouldn't sit on the floor so he sat on my lap, got on and off the chairs, made noise, and repeatedly pointed out the potty (he's not even being potty trained right now!). Eventually I held him as I stood up. Parker really enjoyed playing with a maraca while the other kids played with different percussion instruments. Parker liked it so much he threw a perfect two year old temper tantrum when it was time to give the instruments back at the end of the story time. I thanked the librarian for inviting us and quickly got my kids out of the library.
It was only 11:15 when we got back to our building so I figured the boys would like to play with the basketballs. No, they haven't adjusted to the Pacific Time Zone yet so they were begging for lunch. Parker acted like he was ready for a nap soon too. It took a few different tries to get Parker to stay in bed. But soon enough he was asleep and has been for quite some time now. I love that it has been such a normal day and that both Gavin and Parker are transitioning so well. Tonight begins the quest for a permanent home. Wish us luck!
Posted by The Piquant Storyteller at 10:22 PM
We moved into our apartment on Sunday. I thought I would hate city living and that I would remind myself daily that we are only in this apartment for one month. But I love it here! Heath and I are seriously thinking about finding a permanant place to rent right in San Francisco. We live in The Avalon at Mission Bay. There is a sign outside our building that describes the apartments as luxury apartments! I can't believe that little old me lives in a luxury apartment! It's tiny but for this one month it is perfect for our family. The apartment is furnished with a perfect mix of modern and "Tristan." Parker loves his new big boy bed and has fallen asleep faster than Gavin two nights in a row now. There are lots of windows that allow us to watch the hustle and bustle of city life just below us. I feel like I live on TV. I have seen very posh apartments in reality shows like My First Home or Sell This House. Not only that but I imagine this is exactly what it must be like to live on Seinfeld or Friends. We haven't met our neighbors yet but maybe we'll be as close as crazy neighbors on a sitcom. We are across the street from a Safeway, several blocks from a playground, a few blocks from Borders, the library is right behind our building, and the AT&T Baseball diamond is right next to our building. Heath will walk out the front door of the building and get on a train for a 13 minute ride to work and he may just walk home because he can! I can walk to anything I need or want to do. This is important since I hate driving.
As soon as we crossed the Nevada/California border I took one look at the trees and knew I was home (I think I was a dryad in a former life). I love being so close to the ocean. I love the city. Every so often I look up at my gorgeous apartment or at the ambiance of this new world I live in and I can't believe I live here! But I live here and I love it. The fear I expected to feel living in a new state has not surfaced and I am starting to think it never will. I'm home and I love it.
Posted by The Piquant Storyteller at 9:13 PM