Ok, Maximus and Alexander, I am going to make more of an effort to write you on a regular basis starting tonight...
What a day! Pop goes the cork and the bubbles rise. Your father is pouring me a tall glass of Prosecco that is well-deserved if I don't say so myself....
Okay, I will begin the recap at 6am this morning when you woke up (it was a late day - usually you wake at 5am). Nugget, you wake up crying and happily plop into bed with mommy to eat. 15 minutes later, you, Maximus, come and proclaim that it is 6am and "time for carrot juice"! Yes, that is the morning excitement. We have banned requests for carrot juice and anything else that requires us to go downstairs until 6am - so, you have learned to tell time (or at least 6am). We dress and head out for our morning coffee and croissant at French Bakery. Yum. Max, you quickly ask for "treat" and shove almond, chocolate croissant down your gullet and then the ham and cheese. We read books and then head out to make a stop at home before going to the gym. Today we walk the mile there and amazingly you guys held out on the meltdowns until the gym. As Doug and I try to workout, we listen Nugget's howls and Maile's barks in the background. I ignore them.
Fast forward to 11am when we leave the gym, head home for the car and go to the Farmers Market. Spinach and cheese crepes, a folk band playing in the background, a full bag of English peas and many more veggies are some of the many treasures we find there. We arrive home at 1pm with our loot.
NAPTIME.
This is a treasured time in our house on Saturdays and it is a ritual that both of you seem to fight. Nugget, you often fall asleep in the car and then want to wake up and play during naptime and Max, well, you just never want to miss the party. We go through the naptime ritual (in vain) and when we come upstairs 20 minutes later to find you both in the crib and cackling with glee. Yep. 20 minutes. That's all we got. Nugget comes downstairs to play with me and Doug sits upstairs with you until you goes to sleep.
3pm.
After an hour, it is already time to wake you up and head to the Cirque de Soleil performance Kazoo at Marymoore park in Redmond. The center is awesome. Huge tents are set up and there are two women walking around on stilts. The performance begins and I have never seen you so excited before. Nugget, you, however, are not as excited. I guess these shows are not designed with a 9-month-old in mind so I am carrying you around and have to leave a few times. Max, you were so excited you kicked the girl in front of you in the back... whoops. Intermission comes and means long lines for kid's face painting. Max, you tried to cut so often and climb into the chair on your own, that by the time we got to the front of the line, the artist already knew your name. We'll just say that you are a fan of the arts.
Act 2.
Nugget, fortunately you sleep for most of the performance. Max, you are still excited but instruct daddy that he is not allowed to clap. You are very bossy these days.
The end.
Nugget, you sense that there will be traffic if we leave later and decide to start on another meltdown so we leave and Max, you and daddy follow shortly after. It is time for dinner, bath and bed. By the time you get to bed it is 8:30. Your exhausted parents put you both down and wait. Quiet? That's strange. The minutes pass. And then we hear it - two little boys giggling in the crib. Maximus Burger, this must be your new favorite trick! Back to bed we go.
Then quiet. It's 9:20pm. Doug is playing Nethack. I am writing you. The house is quiet and there are still some bubbles in my glass. It was a good day. I love my boys!
Okay, I will begin the recap at 6am this morning when you woke up (it was a late day - usually you wake at 5am). Nugget, you wake up crying and happily plop into bed with mommy to eat. 15 minutes later, you, Maximus, come and proclaim that it is 6am and "time for carrot juice"! Yes, that is the morning excitement. We have banned requests for carrot juice and anything else that requires us to go downstairs until 6am - so, you have learned to tell time (or at least 6am). We dress and head out for our morning coffee and croissant at French Bakery. Yum. Max, you quickly ask for "treat" and shove almond, chocolate croissant down your gullet and then the ham and cheese. We read books and then head out to make a stop at home before going to the gym. Today we walk the mile there and amazingly you guys held out on the meltdowns until the gym. As Doug and I try to workout, we listen Nugget's howls and Maile's barks in the background. I ignore them.
Fast forward to 11am when we leave the gym, head home for the car and go to the Farmers Market. Spinach and cheese crepes, a folk band playing in the background, a full bag of English peas and many more veggies are some of the many treasures we find there. We arrive home at 1pm with our loot.
NAPTIME.
This is a treasured time in our house on Saturdays and it is a ritual that both of you seem to fight. Nugget, you often fall asleep in the car and then want to wake up and play during naptime and Max, well, you just never want to miss the party. We go through the naptime ritual (in vain) and when we come upstairs 20 minutes later to find you both in the crib and cackling with glee. Yep. 20 minutes. That's all we got. Nugget comes downstairs to play with me and Doug sits upstairs with you until you goes to sleep.
3pm.
After an hour, it is already time to wake you up and head to the Cirque de Soleil performance Kazoo at Marymoore park in Redmond. The center is awesome. Huge tents are set up and there are two women walking around on stilts. The performance begins and I have never seen you so excited before. Nugget, you, however, are not as excited. I guess these shows are not designed with a 9-month-old in mind so I am carrying you around and have to leave a few times. Max, you were so excited you kicked the girl in front of you in the back... whoops. Intermission comes and means long lines for kid's face painting. Max, you tried to cut so often and climb into the chair on your own, that by the time we got to the front of the line, the artist already knew your name. We'll just say that you are a fan of the arts.
Act 2.
Nugget, fortunately you sleep for most of the performance. Max, you are still excited but instruct daddy that he is not allowed to clap. You are very bossy these days.
The end.
Nugget, you sense that there will be traffic if we leave later and decide to start on another meltdown so we leave and Max, you and daddy follow shortly after. It is time for dinner, bath and bed. By the time you get to bed it is 8:30. Your exhausted parents put you both down and wait. Quiet? That's strange. The minutes pass. And then we hear it - two little boys giggling in the crib. Maximus Burger, this must be your new favorite trick! Back to bed we go.
Then quiet. It's 9:20pm. Doug is playing Nethack. I am writing you. The house is quiet and there are still some bubbles in my glass. It was a good day. I love my boys!
