I have adulted the shit out of this morning. I made breakfast and washed the pan. I have laundry going, the baby is fed, read to and happy, I scooped litter boxes, and even spent 45 minutes on the phone with the home insurance guy [they noticed an “unknown undisclosed breed of dog” on our property]. Now I’m blogging! Jesus, what happened? Actually, Jesus happened. Sort of. Last weekend we celebrated Easter/Birthday/Anniversary at the coast, and I have come back home super happy and almost refreshed (not totally refreshed because #kids).
It is our an annual, time-honored tradition to spend Randi’s birthday and our anniversary in Newport at Troy’s mom’s beach house (which is actually now just her house as she lives there full time). This year was extra special because Easter happened to fall on Randi’s birthday. As a non-religious, American mother who is prone to marketing and consumerism, I went absolutely bonkers for Easter. I thoughtfully curated Roman a basket full of fun activities, sweet delicacies, and a couple of wardrobe additions. I wanted to get the most out of carting this thing to the coast, so we decided that Easter would arrive one day early for our family making sure Roman had plenty of time to enjoy all of his goodies. My mom suggested that I try to find a way to create an Easter tradition that was special for our family.
I realized while I was packing the car on Friday that I had a dilemma. Roman was likely to wake up at least an hour earlier than the rest of the household and I was worried his grandma and Auntie Randi would miss his reaction to his Easter basket, but I also needed him to experience the magic of the holiday. The fun is seeing something mysteriously there that wasn’t there the night before. I couldn’t leave out the basket, but I couldn’t just hand it to him and be like “I think the Easter Bunny came or something.”… Then I had an idea! I could hide the Easter basket and leave a trail of cotton balls (aka bunny fur balls) to where it was hidden. Then he’d wake up knowing something had happened, but I could make him wait until everyone was up to officially find his basket. PROBLEM SOLVED! And also TRADITION STARTED! Booyah. This can be our thing, every year I’ll hide the basket and leave a trail/clues to its location. The older he and his sister get the more complicated it can be, which will be super fun for me!
In the end, he didn’t care too much about the bunny trail or even the basket, much to my dismay. I think it was a bit too much at once, especially since we were already in an exciting environment and spending time with some of our favorite people. Plus his grandma had a monster truck and bubble gun in her basket to him, and what could beat that?
I was really tempted to forgo Maeve’s Easter basket this year. I mean girlfriend is only 7 1/2 weeks old, she gives zero shits about basically everything, especially appropriated religious holidays. Not only would I have to fill her basket with stuff she wouldn’t be able to use immediately, but I would have to load it up, transport it, and unpack it only to literally pack it all back up again and trek it back home. She would not know or care if I did, or did not, get her an Easter basket. Right now. And therein lies the rub. She will grow up, and when she does she will know and have an opinion on the way we handled her first Easter. I want her to know she was thought about and included, even though she was too young to really participate. People get sad about some strange shit, and honestly, if I were her I might feel just a touch of sadness and self pity to not have been celebrated on a milestone like First Easter. I would never mention it, but it would matter just the teeniest bit. I don’t want Maeve to have feelings like that when I have control. I mean it’s gonna happen, she’s a second child and there will never be a time in her life that I’m not also holding her brother in my heart- and sometimes that will be painfully apparent to her. But not this weekend. Not on my watch. This weekend she got her basket, damn it. I bought her a basket to match her brothers, did my best to fill it with headbands, books, and onesies and hauled it to the coast with everything else.
My beautiful bestie, Randi, also celebrated her birthday this weekend. I had a ton of fun going through pictures of things we have done together to put in a collage frame for her house. I ended up getting a little photo album to hold all of the extra photos because I couldn’t decide on only six! We have had so many wonderful experiences together, and I am incredibly grateful to have a friend like her. Her personality is as unique as her finger print - there is truly no one else like her. She is pure positivity. I wanted to use a positive energy metaphor, so I googled “which element has the most protons” and the answer I received was Uranium along with this photo:
She is like a glowing beam of Uranium. I am not always great at friendship because I really like my alone time, and when I spend too much time with a person they start to get on my nerves, but that has never happened with Randi. I even almost asked her to come hang out with me today after spending all weekend at the coast! She is smart, interesting and humorous. She’s got a crazy good memory, and has never been too dramatic about mustard (ok, yeah, one time there was a thing about mustard). Basically she is incredible and I can’t wait to grow old together.
Nancy baked her a chocolate cake that we noshed on all weekend. It was delicious!
The last few years we have gone to the Newport Aquarium during this beach trip, but this year we decided to try something different. We went to the Hatfield Visitor Center, which is an educational center ran by Oregon State University. It was fantastic! There were fish tanks, tide pool touch tanks with anemones, sand boxes and wave tanks where you can learn about elevation and tsunamis, and even a tiny baby octopus (Roman’s favorite animal!). It was free to enter (donations welcome, of course), so when Roman had a meltdown after 10 minutes we didn’t feel like we had paid for an expensive temper tantrum. Luckily, he calmed down after a break in the car and was able to end on a positive note after exploring a little longer. Afterwards Eric (aka Uncle Scary) treated us to a wonderful lunch at Nana’s. We have the best meals when we are all together. The talk and jokes come easy, and the food just seems to taste better.
The rest of the weekend was spent with relaxation in mind. We went strolling on the beach and Roman had a blast flying his new kite. We hot tubbed. We watched movies. Nancy spoiled us with food and drinks. Troy and I even got a few hours of decent sleep. It was the best Beasterversary weekend we will likely ever have, but I am still looking forward to next year!
Howdy Strangers, have you been enjoying any fun activities lately?