Too much!

I can’t keep up. The weather’s been so nice, and we are never home. This is my favorite season. Everything is blooming, the sun is shining, and we get to ride our bikes all over Brooklyn.

Mother’s Day came and went. It was a good one. Sometimes these days can be disappointing (such as this one!), because of all the expectations. But this year was lovely. Coffee in bed. Many cuddles.

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The boys drew and wrote in my Mother’s Day book. We went for a morning walk/bike ride with the boys’ bikes, played at the playground. Then we took the big bikes for a spin and went to our favorite place, Brooklyn Crab.

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After that: key lime pie on our stoop.

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It was a really lovely day, and I was thankful for my people – as I am most days.

Other than that our days, and nights, have been busy. Jeff and I went to see a couple of bands perform. Here we are at Kings Theater, waiting for Father John Misty. It was fun!

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I went out with some of my best friends to a restaurant in Williamsburg, Maison Premiere. It was a happy dinner for a sad occasion, because one of us is moving away.

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Then there was a school performance and some very important sign holding…

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….and the annual school gala/fundraiser. We got fancy! And we danced. A lot.

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The kids are busy with play dates, ice cream, bikes, soccer, legos.

Most afternoons after school we all gather at the playground at the park across the school, and bit by bit many of the kids and mamas arrive. We hang out, chat, read, enjoy the sun. The kids roam around.

On Friday night, after soccer practice, we drove to New Jersey for our niece’s communion the next day. For that occasion the boys got fancy!

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But then they very quickly took off their shirts and ties and put back on their soccer uniforms. Boys in their more natural habitat.

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So that pretty much sums up our last two weeks. I’m so happy it’s finally spring, and on some days it’s felt like summer even. I can’t wait for the pools to open and for our many weekend bike adventures! This is our happy season.

The New Year

We had a really lovely start to the New Year. At midnight, of course, we were all fast asleep. Arthur, in fact, was over the year 2016 by 5pm. I can’t blame him.

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The next day we were invited to our friends’ house for brunch, which lasted 6 hours.

It was so much fun. And such a great way to spend the first day of the year with good people.

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The boys played with their friends’ Octopod the entire time.

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The adults just sat together and drank and ate. It was delightful.

After this party, we went on to the next: Chili eating at Uncle Brian’s house. As an added bonus, we got to take the new 2nd Avenue Q train! Oh, the excitement!

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Seriously, when Julian’s teacher asked him what he did during the break, he said, “I watched  a lot of TV (!), and I rode the Q and W trains.” Sums up our winter break perfectly.

And today, finally, a tiny bit of snow! The boys were so stoked. In fact, we were late to school because they had to stop every 5 feet to scoop up whatever little bit of snow they could find. After we dropped Julian off, I took Arthur to the park. He loved it so much.

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We played and rolled around, and he got to pet a few dogs, which are pretty much his favorite creatures.

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Then we drank tea and ate muffins and played on the snowy playground.

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This kid of mine. Man. At the New Year’s brunch one of my friends commented on how much Arthur’s speech has improved. Naturally, I broke down in tears. I worry about this boy endlessly; I guess that is my job. I know he is so smart, and so sweet, (and so wild) but I always worry about him feeling left out and not being able to really talk to the kids in his school, or them not understanding what he says.

Yesterday he came home with a picture he drew in school – a “map” from his school to our house. He’d signed his name in lower case letters, except the last ‘R,’ which still is running away on legs.

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Anyway. My boy. One of my favorite creatures.

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These kids.

This morning I met up with a friend who also has a son Arthur’s age. He’s basically the only other 3 year old kid we know who is not a younger sibling of one of Julian’s friends. Of course Arthur completely ignored him for the duration of the playdate. Also, he refused to enjoy any of the features of the water park I took him to. Instead he told me how much he missed Julian (who was at school) and chose to sit as close to me as possible at all times. Only when it was almost time to pack up, he decided to start having some fun.

We had lunch with some people we met at the park; mama had a beer. Because, you know, Monday.

After we picked up Julian from school, Arthur was finally whole again. We went to our neighborhood playground, where he happily chased a bunch of 5 and 6 year old boys for the rest of the afternoon.

It’s so interesting to me how his personality changes so much when he is on his own. He becomes shy and attached. When he is with his big brother, he is so confident and wild, and there is no doubt in my mind that he sees absolutely no difference between himself and these other kids who are a foot taller than he is.

The boys played and played. After their new friends had to go home, some of our usual playground buddies showed up. I sat on the bench with some of the fellow stay-at-home parents and complained about dinner that had to be made, homes that were a mess, and children who were….wait. Where were they?

Oh. Of course. They were playing at the water fountain. That is, you know, for drinking. Ten minutes later all of the kids were soaked. I just gave up and laughed. Especially because I was prepared and had brought swimsuits. But oh well.

And here comes my rookie mistake. I said what could have been and never will. “And I had wanted to take you guys out for tacos! I guess that can’t happen now.”

What an amateur move of me. The boys started to cry immediately. “We want tacos! We want tacos!”

So partly because I felt bad, but mostly because I didn’t actually care, I took two soaking wet boys to the store to pick up things to make tacos. I am such a pushover. We were already so behind schedule, I knew Jeff was going out tonight, the boys needed baths, oh – and breakfast dishes were still sitting in the sink.

Once we were home everything went wrong. Someone peed all over the floor. Someone else had a belly ache – and you can imagine what happened next. Everyone chose to talk constantly, to me, and also request help putting on fireman costumes and whatnot. While I tried to throw together some tacos. In the end, I did it. I cleaned the bathroom, top to bottom, I cleaned the children, top to bottom, and I only burned the beans. (No one noticed.)

Oh, also, these guys. The source of all my anguish and all my joy.

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Long Island City

Today I can barely keep my head above water, so I’d rather think about yesterday – which was a lovely day.

The boys and I met up with some of our favorite friends and took the boat over to Long Island City.

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It was a beautiful day, and the kids were so happy to be on a boat and on an adventure.

We went to a playground and played for a bit.

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And then we just hung out by the water, looked at boats, and ate lunch. What a view, right?

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The kids are so fun together and so sweet. I just love all of them so much.

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And most of all it is so good to be around a friend (the adult one, not pictured!) who gets why I think my kids are ridiculous and annoying and wonderful at the same time.

I’m living the paradox – where things are beautiful and offensively difficult all at the same time. Bam!

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