I love myself

“Mommy, I love myself very much.” That was easily the cutest line of the week, and thankfully he followed it up with “I love you too, Mommy.” I was left watching from the sidelines, but luckily I also love myself so the hurt wasn’t too deep.

We drove back from Florida last weekend, driving from Tampa to South Caroline, then spending Saturday with my great uncle Hank and aunt Mary near Raleigh. We had a great day catching up, and Molly picked Hank’s brain about international study programs until it surely was near empty. We even took a bike ride on their tandem recumbent trike, which also features a motor-assist, which I must say is awesome. My Big Dummy cargo bike is going to get a motor some day, and then I’ll really fall out of shape. We got lucky on Sunday, driving straight up I95 through the heart of DC and Baltimore, and encountering only moderate traffic. I thought we’d surely die stranded in traffic on the beltway, but thankfully I was really wrong. Molly’s office was closed Monday so we had a day to theoretically clean up, although mostly we did laundry. The students are still away on winter break, so we had run of the laundry room, running 6 loads at the same time.

Silas put himself down to sleep a few times this week, becoming crankier and crankier before saying “I’m tired, where’s my binky?” He’d march off to his room, shut the door, and hit the sack. We were incredulous, and hardly believe it can continue.

The week raced by as it usually does… we spent a few hours at the Please Touch Museum, having tea with the Mad Hatter, and checking out a few kids at the register of the ShopRite grocery store. We were there with our friends Jon and Solomon, and Solomon sure is getting around since we last saw him. Silas is jumping higher, but they can keep up with each other pretty well. While I’m chatting with Jon I’m often surprised by how fast Silas can get away from me. Once he made a break and made it all the way down the winding ramps to the basement floor before I caught up with him. One of these days…. I may research toddler tracking devices, surely they’re coming down in price.

Molly attended a meeting with the West Philly Coalition of Neighborhood Schools, or Whoopicans, as I call it, and the guests were a few administrators pretty high up in the district hierarchy. It’s a time of transition since the superintendent was recently pushed out. It seems like change might be possible in the local schools, but of course we’re new to the area and maybe looks are deceiving. Our local school catchment maps are being redrawn before next year, so we don’t even know where Silas would go to school if he were of-age.

Speaking of school, we made our way through the wait-list at St. Mary’s day care on Penn’s campus, and Silas is off to half-day day care at the end of this month. He’ll be able to burn off his ridiculous energy, do some serious socializing, and bring home more viruses than he’s currently able to muster. I’ll have some time to work on my own projects for a while, although between dropping him off at 9 and picking him up at noon I’m sure that time will seem short. I plan to do some serious photography work and see what I can get done.  Maybe I’ll post a few more pics up here as I go.

Mimi came down to visit today, and she’s out there getting worn down as I write. Let’s get some pictures up here and then we can go double-team the boy.

Peanuts? Just throw em on the floor.

Oh the horror

Reluctant subject

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