This morning we hung around the house in the morning, enjoying the warm sunshine coming in through the windows. We did some cleaning, reading, playing (spinning and catch mostly), and watching Emily show us all her tricks. I was enjoying our morning home, but felt obligated to ask if we wanted to go out and do something together. Andrew looked up some options and I stalled and figured after nap time would be better to head out.
When both kids woke up Andrew asked if I would be ready to go soon. I hesitated in responding and he said, “Are you too tired or too overwhelmed?” Nope. “Too introverted actually.” I would rather sit wrapped up in a blanket in the sun and keep reading my book. Knowing that wouldn’t last long with both kids up we bundled up and headed to a gallery exibit on campus.
There were lots of high schoolers walking around dressed up and we were a little surprised to see them all heading to the same building as us. Then we heard music. Turns out we stumbled into an all day high school jazz festival with jazz bands from all over Indiana and Illinois performing. We went to the exhibit first and then headed into one of the theaters with our double stroller. Emily sat watching intently and swinging her legs all around to the music. The high schoolers played some impressive music and we thoroughly enjoyed it. After quite a few songs Emily asked to get out so she could dance. About the same time Nathan was waking up so we headed out before we broke all sort of concert etiquette.
Tonight Emily turned the mustard bottle from dinner into a baby. She sang to it. Burped it. Fed it. It always seemed to cry when we were trying to put it to bed in the fridge and the singing and burping and feeding would happen again.
We did make it to bath time with the mustard baby tucked in inside the fridge door. Emily used the opportunity to float in the water and talk to Grandma Moose in Iowa on her soap phone. Then she called Aunt Kimby for a short chat.
Meanwhile Nathan has begun to embrace the bath experience. The only parts he doesn’t like are where he is cold – so getting into and out of the water are accompanied with cries. It is fun to have the two kids hanging out together in the tub; Emily helps Andrew clean the soap off Nathan by dumping handfuls of water on his tummy.
Nathan is unusually fussy tonight (ballistic, red faced screaming with huge alligator tears) and upright snuggling against my chest while singing, “I love you, a bushel and a peck” (the song I sang to Emily a lot while I was pregnant with Nathan) is the only thing that will calm him down. I love that I have an excuse to hold him longer than normal. Tonight he needs me and I get to be the one to comfort him.