Monday, November 30, 2009
It all started out well... we left fairly early on Wednesday, and only had stop-and-go traffic from Federal Way through Olympia, so that was a bonus. Charles only got really cranky about being stuck in the car at about South Bend, so that equalled only about 45 minutes of screaming for us. This, if you have never made a long car trip with a boisterous, ebullient, vocal toddler with lots of personality, is really not so bad. We have made that trip before when Charles was inconsolable the entire time. It is a common statement in our household that we don't know how we ended up with such an outgoing child (ha! You know, because Tony and I are so introverted). We know lots of kids, and all of them are wonderful and have "personality," but Charles is just so big in every way. I gather that most children have periods during the day when they are not going at top speed and are still awake. Charles, however, has two speeds: On and Off. He is either happy as can be, screeching and babbling and moving as fast as his chubby little legs will take him, hugging and slobbering over everything, careening around corners and chasing the dog, or he is crying, fussing, squirming and so cranky that he bites, bites, bites everything and everyone in his path in a red-faced rage until he is asleep. And then? Dead to the world for two hours or overnight. Buster in a hotel room barking at other guests as they walked the halls outside our room or above us? Charles didn't even stir.
So, with the coming of more teeth (it had better be a whole mouth full for what it has cost us in sanity this time), Charles has a cold and didn't sleep too well at Grandma's house, waking us up at 3 and staying awake for an hour or two all three nights. We figure this is as much from the teething pain as it is from waking up in unfamiliar surroundings. Normally, Charles puts himself back to sleep in the middle of the night (if he even wakes at all, which he rarely does anymore) with five minutes or less of crying. Thanksgiving, on the other hand, was a shriekfest of epic proportions.
Overall, though, we had great fun during the days, relaxing with our folks and the dogs and stuffing ourselves with good food. We even had a relatively nice drive to Sequim and then a wonderful day at Aunt Lynda's with the whole family, eating another fabulous meal. But then! Then, Buster had HAD IT by about 2:30 am in the hotel room. He paced and whined and paced and whined. He went out with us FIVE TIMES. We finally locked him in the car at 5 am, which, of course, coincided exactly with Charles waking up. And refusing to go back to sleep. At 6:30 we decided to head home, skipping breakfast with the family and making an early ferry. I am glad we did, as I slept on the way and Tony consumed large quantities of coffee and we made it home by 11 am. Tony crashed last night at 7 pm and I was able to stay awake and bathe Charles and put him to bed. We truly would not have made it home if we had left later.
So anyhow, there's our Thanksgiving saga. I truly hope you all had a wonderful long weekend and that you slept better than we did.
Monday, November 23, 2009
First, finish all perishable food in the fridge. This means leftovers and strange concoctions for dinner this week.
Second, drive to Ilwaco, preferably with a sleeping child. We'll leave Wednesday night.
Third, arrive at the Cook Castle and sleep until morning.
Fourth, go visit my parents, our dog (whom we will stash with my folks for the long weekend), their dog, and the small horse they will foster for a few days (Purdy).
Fifth, enjoy family and friends and dogs and a hefty meal and the beach and the rain and the relaxing.
Sixth, drive to Sequim on Saturday to indulge in ANOTHER Thanksgiving meal with Lynda & Loris's extended families, sleep in a hotel that accepts dogs, and enjoy family and friends in the rain shadow.
Seventh, drive home and begin the long process of bedecking our yard with thousands of tiny lights for Christmas!
Sound like a big plan? Yes, but a sound one, I think.
Snake Charmer (he charms everything):
Tony in a tree... the windstorm wasn't quite as violent in Mount Vernon as it was on the Peninsula, but we lost most of our Butterfly Tree and a big branch of this cherry tree:
Playin' in the mud with a cute hat:
"Why, yes, I am in the cupboard. But I know how to get out now, so it's fun again."
Friday, November 13, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Winner: Wild Mountain Huckleberry Ice Cream (vanilla and berry, yum!), which was my ice cream, and Charles ate the whole cone. Each time I would swoop in for a lick, he would turn the cone away from me. I gave him my cone because he summarily dismissed his chocolate cone by tossing it on the floor. I long ago realized that I will likely never again have a full meal or full dessert all to myself.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Happy birthday, Charles! Here's to many, many, many more...
Sunday, November 1, 2009
On Friday, we put our little monster to bed, gave the babysitter some ice cream and a PG-13 movie (which I'm not sure was okay, since she's only 14 and a real nice girl and her dad's a sheriff and her mom is in charge of the neighborhood watch program, but whatever, I think maybe I was meant to corrupt the youth. It's my calling, you know?) and headed out to the Skagit Casino, where we were the last three people to get into a packed costume party. The band was a pretty decent 80s cover band, and there were VERY FEW store-bought costumes in sight. Tony and I were zombies. Leland had such a good time he even danced with us. The winner of the costume contest dressed himself as one of those quarter-slot claw games where you maneuver a claw in the glass cage down to grab a toy so you can "win" it after spending at least four times the value of the toy. He had probably 70 stuffed animals stuck to him, a claw on top of his head, and a full joystick setup. My friend Sheran even asked him if she could touch his joystick. Which was strategically placed, if you catch my drift. The highlight of my night was having a seven-foot-tall transvestite want to take a photo with me.
Tony and Charles like to play this game in which they lean waaaay over to the side of the table. Then, they both try to disappear under the table, except Charles can't get under his tray, so he just closes his eyes and then Voila! Gone!--------------
The following photos were taken to show how much fun we had carving pumpkins, but I think they do a better job of illustrating how much Charles likes to climb things. Anything he can climb, really. Including me.
That's all for now, folks! Countdown to Charles birthday: 5 days!!! Big gifts he doesn't know about yet: getting his car seat turned around and an ice cream party with Mom, Dad, and whatever grandparents have blown into town by then. The big party with cake comes Saturday!