Before I go into details about our weekend and why I am always so tired and run down, this promotional message is brought to you by the numbers 7, 8 and 9.
Have you heard the new song by the Barenaked Ladies? The one called 7-8-9? In this song, the band counts to 10, but omit the number 9, and when asked about it, they sing, “Cause seven ate nine”… It’s actually quite cute. We listen to it a LOT in the car with the kids, especially when Stewie yells, “789. 789. 789” and won’t stop until we play it.
Well… it would explain why Stewie counted for me to 10, like this, “1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-10”. So I ask him, “Hey, what about 9?”. He just looks at me.
Now, the weekend… It is currently raining and my kids are dancing outside on the back deck. One has stripped naked, while the other still in PJ’s is getting wet. Me? I’m inside on the computer. My wife?!? I’m not really sure. She tells me she is “cleaning” and it sounds like she is cleaning, but nonetheless, she is missing quite a show!
So I brought the boys inside, ran them upstairs and threw them and UM in the bath for a family bubble bath. Linus loved it… Stewie hated it. That was fun for me as I had some quiet time!
Once the kids cleaned off, we got dressed, the rain stopped and I took the kids for a nice walk up and down the main street by our house, and in and out of the backyard to play with toys and check on the vegetables we are growing. We had some much fun, I figured Sunday might be more of the same, and it sure was.
On Sunday, Stewie – who won’t get out of bed on his own – woke up around 6am, calling, “Daddy… Poo potty… Poo coming… Daddy”. So in ran UrbanMummy to get him, but he had already pooed in his diaper. We changed him, gave him yummy-mummy-milk and hoped he would rest in bed with us, but after a few minutes of him trying to escape, I decided that we needed a different plan.
I didn’t want to wake Linus, so I got Stewie dressed quietly, and I was going to take him for a walk in his stroller, but his yelling work up Linus and then it was on for the day! Both boys were bouncing off the walls and finally at 7:45am I let them into the backyard where they began yelling and screaming, playing and eating raspberries from the plant in the corner of the yard. Thinking this might not be a good way to get your neighbours to like you, I wisked them inside, had UM help me get Linus dressed while I made pancakes, and after breakfast we went to the park.
At the park before 9am, we played in the sand, on the slide and with some of the other kids there, until UM showed up, and we walked to Starbucks for a Grande Americano and some chatting outside on the patio with our neighbours, then home to meet a friend and her son for more play time, this time in our back yard. It wound up being 5 boys in the backyard – which wound down slowly just past 2pm at which point we woke up Stewie from his nap and headed down to the park in midtown for our cousins 2nd birthday party.
At the party, we ate (pizza, cake and fruit), played on the jungle gym and got really dirty. We packed up and headed back uptown to Grandma and Grandpa’s for a BBQ with them and some friend they have known for over 40 years. We ate, played and ran inside as it poured just after dinner. The image of Stewie standing inside the door to the deck, dancing side-to-side, signing “rain, rain, go way. Come again ‘nother day”… over and over again. It was so funny.
Anyways, we got them home, fed them and got them into bed. I hoped to have been able to go to sleep tonight, like last night, laying in bed with UM, hand-in-hand, watching Law and Order, but instead I went for a run. Managed just under 30 minutes – was dead tired and legs were very tight from all the walking. I needed more water too. Ugh.
So after my run, I came home, showered, rambled through this post and went to bed. I’m SO beat. We spent like 3/4’rs of the day outside.
Yawn. Just another weekend in this urban daddy’s household with 2 active boys.