After a nice and relaxing week in good ol’ Virginia Beach, Jack, Jeff and I are back in the saddle—well, we’re trying at least. Per usual, our bags still need to be unpacked and toys are strewn about, but I’ll get to them. I’ve got more important things to do like launch a website And by the way everyone, thanks again for your support on spreading the word, commenting, Facebooking and the general pimping. The feedback has been incredible so far! Thank you!
Aside from my reluctance to abandon our routine, last week ended up being a nice change of pace. I hated being so immobilized without a car and having opposite schedules than all of my friends who are on spring break THIS week. But it was nice to sit and work without any major interruptions, or having to dig food out of anyone’s nose, or scolding someone for climbing atop tables. Jeff gets really unruly these days. haha. just kidding. Jack is a handful, but he is also the sweetest, lovey boy. Except when he breaks things. Ooops!
Easter, itself, was such a beautiful and hectic day. As usual, we were running late to church and arrived to a parking lot that was so packed, traffic had to be directed to control the chaos. The actual church was standing room only. We stood shoulder-to-shoulder for a good portion of the mass, that is, until Jack decided to let everyone know—quite loudly—that he was hot, hungry and over it.
The rest of the day was spent Easter Egg hunting and chasing uncles and making grandparents laugh. With us being so far away, I cherish the holidays because we all actually sit down to eat and talk and laugh. I hope to continue fostering those special family traditions to balance out the crazy dysfunction. We even took the time to enjoy “family” programming—Stepbrothers. Because nothing says “family” more than laughing at a pair of manchilds when the storyline hits so close to home There’s nothing like a full house, filled with laughter and delicious food.
Like most trips, the main caveat to all the family fun is always the havoc wreaked to our non-existent sleeping patterns. Let’s see, of the entire week last week, Jack slept through the night only one night. Every other night, if he wasn’t crying himself to sleep (my family is convinced he does this every night. I promise, it’s NOTHING like this here at home.) he was waking up boycotting sleep all together. Awesome.
Last night was no exception. Since we got home at about 1am, we had to wake Jack up to bring him inside. Guess who was a bit upset by this? You guessed it! And since he was a screaming like a banshee, and Jeff needed to go to bed after a weekend full of driving, Jack and I retreated to our big blue chair. It’s comfy, but not THAT comfy! The sleeplessness never ends.
Oh and how about this picture? After the crazy day at church, this is what I said to my family before they took Jack out in his white shirt to roll around in the mud and give him pots of water to play with, “All I want is ONE decent picture in his Easter Sunday outfit. Just one.”
And it rocks because it’s so Jack.