A snippet of life after dinner in our house. Two thumbs up for turn taking, right? The rest is, well, just creativity run amok.
Lots of kids share their childhoods with imaginary friends. Ava always had a few rattling around in her imaginary world, but no permanent friends. Noah, however, has a very lively imaginary cohort beginning to take shape and, wowzers, it’s awesome.
To understand his imaginary world, one must first understand that our boy is obsessed with baseball.
He sleeps in his baseball cap, wakes up in the morning wanting to go out to play, sits still for inning after inning on TV and in real life (no three-year-old does this!), demands a catch with a parent every chance he can. It shouldn’t really come as a surprise that he not only has an imaginary friend, but that he has a whole team of “baseball men” to keep him company during the day. These baseball men sleep in his room, keep him company at the lunch table, and generally bring joy to his life. The pitcher is named “Bubbles” and the catcher goes by “Strike 2.” There are a few other named players, but their titles are such gibberish that I can’t transliterate them yet.
In a dream earlier this week, Bubbles and Heater (the mascot from our local AA team) were up to some mischief on the ball field that Noah described in such a detailed, descriptive way that it was impossible not to be caught up in his story. Never mind that following the logic of three-year-old storytelling is nearly impossible.
Noah & Heater having a chat at a Dragons game.
In another of Noah’s baseball men stories, the team had wings and flew around the baseball field. I think he’s going to love both Field of Dreams and Angels in the Outfield when he is older.
Love that our little guy has found something that makes him happy. Delighted that the thing that makes him happy is something we love too. Here’s hoping that Bubbles and the gang are here to stay!
A little over four years ago, Ava went to her first day of daycare in Las Vegas. I noted then that it seemed like one of those days. One of the ones you want to make sure you pay attention to.
Today feels like one of those days also. It’s her last day of Pre-K. She’s missing it because she’s got a stomach bug, but it still feels big. We’ll drop her off at school on Monday and,even though it’s just a different room down the hall, it will be real school. (More on that later.)
We’ve been so lucky to have wonderful teachers and caregivers during these critical growth years. Ava has flourished in their care and with their patient teaching, and we are so grateful.
Ava, were so proud of you, big girl. Can’t wait to see what you’ll do in the next five years.
I like to joke that, by now, the stuff that makes up our “house” is sort of like a pop-up tent. Usually, within a week of getting our boxes of stuff, we’ve got everything unloaded and pictures up on the wall. I think seven moves since I started with the Air Force and five since we’ve been married means that we’ve learned to do this move thing fast. So, it makes sense that, upon arrival in Dayton, we painted every wall in the house within the first 36 hours, set up a new playset, pulled out giant bushes from the front garden bed, and cleaned up the yard all before our boxes had even arrived! Gotta get done moving before you can get on with living!
Thank goodness Grammie & Granddad were along to help. I’m not sure we’d have gotten nearly so much done without Granddad’s expert painting and carpentry advice and Grammie’s superior child-wrangling skills. By the end of the fourth day in Dayton, we were all ready to cut loose and enjoy some down time.
Then, five days after we arrived and put together a newly clean house, freshly painted walls, and clean carpets, it started raining just in time for the moving truck to show up. Figures.
By the end of that night, we were all able to eat on clean plates at the dining room table and sleep in real beds with clean sheets. Not too shabby. By the next night, we had made a home-cooked meal and the kids’ rooms had pictures on the walls. We were exhausted, but starting to feel settled.
Grammie and Granddad had to go back home after a couple more days, but we got so much done while they were here to help. In fact, we cleared out all but two boxes before they left. It sure put us in a good spot to be able to start working on the projects that make a house a home. So, we dug out the toys…
…and hung up the pictures…
…put away the books…
…then mowed the lawn.
And, on the tenth day, we decided the rest could wait and we’d probably better think about living a little. So we did.
Ahhh. Home Sweet Home.
We drove away from Las Vegas on July 14. The trip to Dayton is not a short one, especially when you’re hauling two fidgety kids and a dog. Luckily, our route looked like this:
Turns out there’s a great little spot along I-70 to stop just in the middle of the trip. It looks like this…
Magical right? After four long years in the desert, McPherson was a green oasis and a welcome respite from the crazy-ness of moving. We were unsure of how long we would be able to stay before our truck driver showed up, but ended up being able to spend two whole days there. We had no trouble filling them up.
My birthday was on the 15th, so we celebrated with ice cream cake the night we arrived. It was fabulous…until I was sick out of my mind that night. Miserable way to turn 32. But, stress and lack of sleep tends to do that to me and I was feeling much better by noon the next day.
Feeling better was good because we had cousins coming to visit! In this military life, photos and moments like these don’t happen very often. We’re thrilled when they do!
After two nights in Kansas, it was time to get back on the road and finally get to Dayton. We made room in all the junk in the trunk for a suitcase for Grammie and she was able to come along on the ride.
At this point, it was Dayton or bust!