Man, just logging into this blog brought back a flood of hospital memories. Even though it already feels far away and buried deep, it's still fresh in mind. Sort of ironic, since today's post is about how today was an awesome snapshot of our new life together.
We got up late, packed everyone up for a day trip in an hour and a half's time. This is very good. So far we've been running at about two hours of prep time before setting out of the house for any purpose. Progress is being made. Certainly, we've a long way to go before I'm back in fighting form at an average of 1/2 hour prep time to make anything happen.
FYI, the National Museum of Play in Rochester is freaking amazing. It might have been the most fun we've ever had. We could have stayed for days. Rhys slept pretty much the whole time, but the boys went NON-STOP. They especially loved the Butterfly Garden, where Jude kissed a butterfly, and Owen ran throughout the place with his little guide, in amazement. Except for when we witnessed the tortoise jump off a rock and get itself stuck on its back. Owen was really worried and a little freaked and insisted we get it some help, which we did. He is so sweet.
We had ice cream, took a train ride, rode the carousel together, and of course, did lots and lots and lots of playing. There were rooms throughout the place designated as "Guest Rest" rooms, with comfy chairs and a door to shut out the madness. Perfect for nursing and some quiet time for baby Rhys. Who, by the way, is doing fantastic. He smiles, he hangs out, he is sleeping pretty well for a little guy. Better than the other two ever did. His poop is still green, he remains plagued by the effects of the long-term antibiotics, but it's getting better slowly. Some thrush and diaper yeast are sticking around, making him a bit uncomfortable. But getting better, getting better.
We ate at The Crab Shack, Cris suggested it, since it was family-friendly and I was worried our kids would be deliriously tired. They were, but they were actually very well-behaved. We got there a little early and spent some time in the van beforehand. I had to feed Rhys, we had to change diapers (including the poop blowout/accident that Owen matter-of-factly informed us of after Rick changed Jude's diaper). I also had to administer my meds. Which entails 4 different IV vials and a whole lot of alcohol prep pads. I was sort of freaked out about doing it in the car, fearing that people would think I was a junkie shooting up with my kids in our borderline-soccer-mom minivan, but it was preferable to doing it by myself in the borderline-soccer-mon minivan in the parking lot of the Museum of Play. Surely, someone would have called the cops on me. I would have called the cops on me.
Dinner was fantastic, the company and the dining equally so. Well, the company better. But the bisque ran a close second. Owen told his peanut butter and jelly knock knock joke, Jude made a mess, Rhys was wide awake. On the way home Rick and I listened to lots of Tom Waits as we missed our exit off of the thruway. But the kids were finally asleep, and we have lots of Tom Waits, so it was no big deal, really. We finished off the trip reminiscing about the Russian Dance event at an after hours party above the Rongo, many years ago.
Now I'm in my living room listening to a deluge of rain outside as we try to coax Rhys into deep sleep. That's what life has been like for what seems like a long time now: a deluge. But maybe it's just always that way. One deluge or another. If that's the case, I hope we have a lot more like today.
Next week starts the deluge of follow-up Dr. appts and lab work. But for the rest of this week, we're set on enjoying each other and the summer and continuing to make up for the time we lost. Maybe we'll see you at the Horse Flies' Downtown Concert series' show this Thursday? What a shameless plug. But, we missed Grassroots, so we're determined to get our dance on. It'll be an awesome time!
Remember: check yourselves and your loved ones for ticks!
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