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Not long after that last post, Grant came and brought me the van, I dropped him off at his office, and we went to the park. The weather was lovely - just cool enough to not be too hot, with a breeze. There were the perfect number of people there - friends to play with but no waiting for swings or slides. We watched a bunch of skateboarders pull off cool stunts for awhile and I layed in the grass with Jake and it was just nice.
We came back to an empty house, and I pieced dinner together from what was in the fridge. Spinach and cheese topped chicken, garlic parmesean mashed potatoes, fresh cranberry sauce and green bean casserole. I was really happy because I managed to get Jake to sleep and Isaac happy so that I could actually have the cranberry sauce chilling in the freezer while the green beans blanched, and the potatoes were ready to go when the casserole went in the oven, and then we were able to run and get Grant in that window, and get back just in time to take it out and start the broiler so that the chicken could brown while I mashed...It was all really good, Grant Sr got home and ate all the side dishes and said thank you. I love it when he eats things I cook, I can tell he really loves having something homemade and it makes me feel like there are benefits for him, with us living here.
Grant went back to work, and I tandem nursed for awhile, and played with the babies, and after a couple of hours G came home and did Isaac's bedtime routine and then left again. I laid in bed nursing Jake and reading for several chapters while Ananda and Aaron watched a movie, and then he was out for the night. A and A and I played Candy Land (Annie ALWAYS wins Candy Land, she has Queen Frostine voodoo...), Don't Break the Ice (Aaron is the reigning champion of that since it involves dexterity) they cleaned the living room, and then we read. Aaron is OBSESSED with bioluminesence, it's what he asks to read about every night (we only have one book about it, but it's a lot for him to absorb). Annie picked a rain forest thing from the library. And in it was this South American Basilisk Lizard that apparently runs on water, upright on two legs. So we came researching after reading and found video clips and learned that the universally accepted scientific nickname for this thing is "the Jesus Christ lizard", which they thought was hilarious. Anyone with kids (or who is just interested) the video on this page rocks - http://www.saczoo.com/3_kids/19_get_moving/moving_wildstuff.htm
Anyway...I have the dishwasher running and still a big mess out in the kitchen waiting for me. Grant's on the couch, we watched Conan together but he's getting sick...And I suppose I should do some cleaning so I can go to bed and start over.
I would really, really like it if Mindy did NOT come over tomorrow. I think I sent very strong "I don't like your company" vibes today, and we came the closest to honest confrontation that we ever have because she claimed to be here running from her steroid-enraged husband who was trashing her whole apartment. I was giving her what's for (haha...ha) about how I don't want that guy following her over here, and she was going on about how that's not going to happen, he respects her dad too much, yada yada, and I was just really honest and blunt about how I don't think she actually has any idea what he's capable of and it makes me uncomfortable and always has. She kept trying to apologize and I kept holding my ground, and then Grant showed up and she was just going on and on about how we have nothing to worry about, but we took the kids and packed up a diaper bag and purse and left regardless. I would hope it could have some kind of impact? She's not so easy to phase. I also told her point blank that she needs to call the cops on him if she's afraid, or he's that bad, period. She tried to say that's not fair because he's out on bail, and I was talking over her (she ALWAYS talks over and interrupts) to say, YEAH, because he's a criminal, this is the perfect time to call the police!
Anyway. I'm doing "ok" with eating and "better" with faith, and hopefully those things can continue. I could just really, really, REALLY do without the freaking drama of her on the back porch describing exactly how she'll kill herself over the phone, with some gun. Honestly it scares the hell out of me that she or he would HAVE a gun. Blah.
We came back to an empty house, and I pieced dinner together from what was in the fridge. Spinach and cheese topped chicken, garlic parmesean mashed potatoes, fresh cranberry sauce and green bean casserole. I was really happy because I managed to get Jake to sleep and Isaac happy so that I could actually have the cranberry sauce chilling in the freezer while the green beans blanched, and the potatoes were ready to go when the casserole went in the oven, and then we were able to run and get Grant in that window, and get back just in time to take it out and start the broiler so that the chicken could brown while I mashed...It was all really good, Grant Sr got home and ate all the side dishes and said thank you. I love it when he eats things I cook, I can tell he really loves having something homemade and it makes me feel like there are benefits for him, with us living here.
Grant went back to work, and I tandem nursed for awhile, and played with the babies, and after a couple of hours G came home and did Isaac's bedtime routine and then left again. I laid in bed nursing Jake and reading for several chapters while Ananda and Aaron watched a movie, and then he was out for the night. A and A and I played Candy Land (Annie ALWAYS wins Candy Land, she has Queen Frostine voodoo...), Don't Break the Ice (Aaron is the reigning champion of that since it involves dexterity) they cleaned the living room, and then we read. Aaron is OBSESSED with bioluminesence, it's what he asks to read about every night (we only have one book about it, but it's a lot for him to absorb). Annie picked a rain forest thing from the library. And in it was this South American Basilisk Lizard that apparently runs on water, upright on two legs. So we came researching after reading and found video clips and learned that the universally accepted scientific nickname for this thing is "the Jesus Christ lizard", which they thought was hilarious. Anyone with kids (or who is just interested) the video on this page rocks - http://www.saczoo.com/3_kids/19_get_moving/moving_wildstuff.htm
Anyway...I have the dishwasher running and still a big mess out in the kitchen waiting for me. Grant's on the couch, we watched Conan together but he's getting sick...And I suppose I should do some cleaning so I can go to bed and start over.
I would really, really like it if Mindy did NOT come over tomorrow. I think I sent very strong "I don't like your company" vibes today, and we came the closest to honest confrontation that we ever have because she claimed to be here running from her steroid-enraged husband who was trashing her whole apartment. I was giving her what's for (haha...ha) about how I don't want that guy following her over here, and she was going on about how that's not going to happen, he respects her dad too much, yada yada, and I was just really honest and blunt about how I don't think she actually has any idea what he's capable of and it makes me uncomfortable and always has. She kept trying to apologize and I kept holding my ground, and then Grant showed up and she was just going on and on about how we have nothing to worry about, but we took the kids and packed up a diaper bag and purse and left regardless. I would hope it could have some kind of impact? She's not so easy to phase. I also told her point blank that she needs to call the cops on him if she's afraid, or he's that bad, period. She tried to say that's not fair because he's out on bail, and I was talking over her (she ALWAYS talks over and interrupts) to say, YEAH, because he's a criminal, this is the perfect time to call the police!
Anyway. I'm doing "ok" with eating and "better" with faith, and hopefully those things can continue. I could just really, really, REALLY do without the freaking drama of her on the back porch describing exactly how she'll kill herself over the phone, with some gun. Honestly it scares the hell out of me that she or he would HAVE a gun. Blah.
