Sunday, August 19, 2007 by Amy
So I'm finally making some progress in cleaning up the mess that greeted me when I came home from Maryland. Rudi insists that the place was clean when I came home, but I guess we have different standards. Just cleaning out a walkway does not constitute "clean" in my book. It's starting to look like a house again.
We walked up to 7-Eleven today and I let the girls each pick out a treat. Riley picked out M&Ms and Avery picked out a package of Oreos (slim pickins when you're allergic to everthing), and then we headed over to the Slurpee machines. While there, Avery saw the cold case where they had all the milk and sandwiches and such and saw a packege of Oscar Meyer bologna hanging there and she starts freaking out asking for bologna. So I tell her that if she gets bologna, she'll have to put her Oreos back. So she does. Everyone in the store was cracking up, Riley with her M&Ms (normal) and Avery with her bologna (abnormal).
So I finally finished the Harry Potter series several days ago. I read all seven books in a little over two weeks and now I'm suffering severe Harry Potter withdrawl. Rudi has graciously agreed to let me go to the movies Monday night to see the Order of the Phoenix. That'll be fun.
I start school on Tuesday and am really nervous about how Rudi will fare while I'm in class. Hopefully class will end early since it's the first one, and Rudi and the girls can ease into the routine more slowly. Rudi doesn't understand a single word that either of the girls say. Mostly, I think, from a lack of trying. I'm trying to impress upon him the importance of actually interacting with them, and distracting them from my absence, rather than sitting there watching TV for three hours. I just have a really bad feeling about it. He talks about establishing routines with the girls, and then blows them out of the water. He doesn't understand that if I go grocery shopping at 4pm and he lets the girls fall asleep, they're not going to go to bed at 8pm. He thinks that they should just go to bed anyway, or lay up there awake, just because it's eight. Argh!! No sense worrying about it now.
So we were outside playing with our balls (no chuckles, but we have a lot of balls) and a neighbor-lady wandered by with her two children and dog. Since the girls wanted to pet the dog, the mother and I spoke briefly. Her 4-year-old popped one of the big balls by hitting it with a stick. She also had a boy that just turned one. We didn't talk long before it started to rain, so we all went in. Then we had dinner and went back out after it had dried to play with our balls again and saw and ambulance and firetruck almost in front of our house. Apparently something was wrong with this lady's youngest boy. And all the neighborhood kids were standing around watching, as were some of the adults, and it was kind of embarassing to see people shamelessly rubber-necking this family. So I asked this woman if she needed someone to watch her 4 year old while she went to the hospital. So we had an extra kid for about three hours. I don't know how mothers of boys do it. Andrew was very polite, he preceeded everything he said with "Um, excuse me?" even to Riley. They played really well together. But anyway, I was so annoyed by the boy energy! Now, Riley is very on-the-go but it can be bridled and directed, but not the boy. Andrew said that his brother was in the bathroom and got a bug stuck in his throat. I'm not sure of the accuracy of this, but that's the story. He was crying and wheezing when they put him in the ambulance. Maybe we'll get the full story, or maybe not. I'm not the town gossip.
We walked up to 7-Eleven today and I let the girls each pick out a treat. Riley picked out M&Ms and Avery picked out a package of Oreos (slim pickins when you're allergic to everthing), and then we headed over to the Slurpee machines. While there, Avery saw the cold case where they had all the milk and sandwiches and such and saw a packege of Oscar Meyer bologna hanging there and she starts freaking out asking for bologna. So I tell her that if she gets bologna, she'll have to put her Oreos back. So she does. Everyone in the store was cracking up, Riley with her M&Ms (normal) and Avery with her bologna (abnormal).
So I finally finished the Harry Potter series several days ago. I read all seven books in a little over two weeks and now I'm suffering severe Harry Potter withdrawl. Rudi has graciously agreed to let me go to the movies Monday night to see the Order of the Phoenix. That'll be fun.
I start school on Tuesday and am really nervous about how Rudi will fare while I'm in class. Hopefully class will end early since it's the first one, and Rudi and the girls can ease into the routine more slowly. Rudi doesn't understand a single word that either of the girls say. Mostly, I think, from a lack of trying. I'm trying to impress upon him the importance of actually interacting with them, and distracting them from my absence, rather than sitting there watching TV for three hours. I just have a really bad feeling about it. He talks about establishing routines with the girls, and then blows them out of the water. He doesn't understand that if I go grocery shopping at 4pm and he lets the girls fall asleep, they're not going to go to bed at 8pm. He thinks that they should just go to bed anyway, or lay up there awake, just because it's eight. Argh!! No sense worrying about it now.
So we were outside playing with our balls (no chuckles, but we have a lot of balls) and a neighbor-lady wandered by with her two children and dog. Since the girls wanted to pet the dog, the mother and I spoke briefly. Her 4-year-old popped one of the big balls by hitting it with a stick. She also had a boy that just turned one. We didn't talk long before it started to rain, so we all went in. Then we had dinner and went back out after it had dried to play with our balls again and saw and ambulance and firetruck almost in front of our house. Apparently something was wrong with this lady's youngest boy. And all the neighborhood kids were standing around watching, as were some of the adults, and it was kind of embarassing to see people shamelessly rubber-necking this family. So I asked this woman if she needed someone to watch her 4 year old while she went to the hospital. So we had an extra kid for about three hours. I don't know how mothers of boys do it. Andrew was very polite, he preceeded everything he said with "Um, excuse me?" even to Riley. They played really well together. But anyway, I was so annoyed by the boy energy! Now, Riley is very on-the-go but it can be bridled and directed, but not the boy. Andrew said that his brother was in the bathroom and got a bug stuck in his throat. I'm not sure of the accuracy of this, but that's the story. He was crying and wheezing when they put him in the ambulance. Maybe we'll get the full story, or maybe not. I'm not the town gossip.
