The upstairs of my house is almost spotless. Everything is in its place…clothes are put away, toys are put away. Two loads of laundry have been folded, three loads have been put away. Toys that migrated into my room have returned to their homes. And I have Jack to thank for this.
Not much from me lately because I seem to be spending my evenings trying to get Jack to go to sleep. Tonight I stood outside his door and repeatedly put him back to bed…it took about 15 times and a trip to the potty. I’m also transitioning Casey to one nap. She finally took a good one today.
My sister thought I should blog about my dinner tonight. I’m not sure if she thought my experience was funny or thought the food sounded good.
I think a 13 hour car ride (which we did on Monday and then 7 more on Tuesday) would have made for a better day than today. Maybe I should have let Jack watch as much TV as he would have in the car.
I told Jack that we were going to the library today but that we couldn’t check out any books because it wasn’t our library. I thought it was a good idea to mention it before we even got to the library so that he wouldn’t melt down when we tried to leave without books.
I had no idea how traumatic the thought of going to a library and not getting books would be for him. He started crying. Tears were streaming down his face and he was sobbing, trying to tell me that he wanted new books. “I need (sob) new books…the ones we have (sob) are old now…I don’t want to (sob) read them anymore…I need to (sob) get new books.”
A request for new books is one that I find hard to turn down…especially with how genuinely upset he was about the idea of not getting any. In fact, I’m kind of proud that he has a love for books so early. So, I promised him we would buy some books.
Luckily, there was a used book store just down the street from the library. And at 50 cents a piece, Jack got all the books he wanted and a few more. It was a well spent $5. Once upon a time, I think it cost $5 a year for our out-of-town library card. 20 years later, it probably would have cost more to renew the library card than to visit the used bookstore.
Casey enjoyed the library too. She actually looked at some books while we were there, or least she looked at one page each in several books. Jack was more distracted by the toys in the children’s area and didn’t seem to notice the books. Casey also enjoyed the bookstore and made herself right at home…
We took a trip to the eastern most point in the United States today with Grammie, Grampie & Auntie Jenn. I think Casey made her first trip to Canada and maybe it was even Jack’s first. I can’t remember if he has been over there yet or not. We visited West Quoddy Head Light, then looked for seals in the harbor in Lubec, visited East Quoddy Head Light and then spent some time at a grey sand beach on Campobello Island.
Here are a few pictures from Mum’s camera…
Most Friday nights are pretty laid back in our house. Pizza and a movie for the kids usually. After they’re in bed, I usually spend some time reading blogs and then tune in to Whale Wars or What Not to Wear, followed by Say Yes to the Dress. Pat is usually watching a baseball game. Pretty exciting stuff. We might mix it up a little by going out to dinner. Maybe “boring” is a more apt description than “laid back”.
Last night was a little out of the norm for a Friday night. The first part went about the same…we went out and found some pizza. Of course, usually the kids have had naps and they aren’t screaming for the pizza to be placed on the table as soon as we walk into a restaurant. Usually we don’t have to leave a restaurant and find one with faster service for fear that we won’t get food before a meltdown by either child. And usually Casey doesn’t yell, “Pee Pee!” between every bite of pizza that I give her. But I give her credit for coming up with her own version of how to say pizza. We perservered and eventually we were all fed and ready for bed.
Casey was asleep before her head hit the pillow. Jack’s way of proving that he is tired is to whine loudly and try every way he can think of to postpone bedtime. In the middle of all this, Mum got a phone call.
Yesterday (July 31st), Calais celebrated its bicentennial birthday. Part of the celebration included the voyage of the schooner Sylvina Beal from Eastport to Calais – the first ship to arrive in Calais bearing passengers in 150 years. The early morning voyage was probably a great ride…the sun peeking through the fog on the river. Also scheduled was a sunset cruise back down the river. Unfortunately it was pouring by the time that adventure was to start.
The phone call was an invitation from our cousin Louie to meet him at his cottage and head out in his lobster boat to meet the schooner. After a long day and evening with the kids, boating in a rainstorm wasn’t immediately appealing. But once promised some good raingear, I decided a little adventure would perk up my Friday night.
Mum and I donned rain coats, pants, hooded sweatshirts, rubber boots and hats and headed down to the boat. Luckily it was a warm evening and it turned out to be beautiful on the water. It was a lot brighter once we got out in the boat and we headed up the river. We stopped at a boat landing to see if anyone else was up for the adventure and we got one taker. We almost tempted the forest ranger to join us, but she decided she should stay and man her post.
A couple miles up the river, we finally saw the schooner. It was a little eerie at first…maybe I’ve spent too much time talking about pirates with Jack. Although, it would be more likely that we were considered the pirates. We pulled alongside and matched her speed. We got close enough for Mum to pass some lilies to someone onboard the schooner and passed some greetings back and forth.
The passengers looked pretty miserable, probably not all dressed head to toe in waterproof gear like we were. They had slickers and raincoats and were huddled in small groups, maybe a few were passing around tasty beverages. It was far from a sunset cruise and it lacked the live music that was originally scheduled but at least we provided a little entertainment. They seemed pretty happy to see us come alongside..maybe because they realized they weren’t the only crazy people out on a boat in the middle of a downpour. And it was still historic despite the weather conditions.
We circled around a few times and watched the schooner head down the river. Despite the fact that the sails weren’t unfurled, it was still an impressive sight.
We’ll probably have pizza and watch a movie again next Friday. It will be hard to live up to the high seas adventure of this Friday. Maybe we’ll get crazy and add some peppers and onions to our pizza. Crazy.