Saint T was over again about a half hour after SecondSon got enough attention to be fed. ST took over early morning feeds, so I went back to bed. Everyone had morning naps, and a lovely time was had by all.
By mid-morning, I was experimenting with breakfast beverages. Kona coffee is quite happy to be treated as coffee with chicory. I boiled water and then poured a few drops at a time over the coffee grounds. I also heated the milk and was very happy with the resultant cafe au lait.
Ripe peaches, orange juice, and a touch of pink prosecco make a lovely brunchy drink.
Putnam and Michelle brought over bagels and the Potato, who cheerfully sucked down her second breakfast from her car seat. We had a grand time with This Old House.
Later, there was another nap. Glorious! It was cut short when I discovered my friend's mother was coming over for her first visit. We had one of those quick panics where you attempt to make the house look as it should, rather than as it does.
Two of the aunts came over for visits, as well. One of them even fed a child or two while I cooked dinner.
We've had a few hours of blessed quiet, and I'm contemplating a hot bath and bed. How perfect is that?
In grad school, one of my profs had spent time with the Lakota in Oklahoma. To them, she said, the measure of success was not money, or prestige, or power, but whether one was a good Lakota, whether one followed the traditions well.
Watching _Julia and Julie_ last night, it seemed that Julie measured success by whether she was published and whether she was able to finish something. Cooking her way through _Mastering the Art of French Cooking_ accomplished both.
My husband equates success with achieving one's goals. His appear to have been related to library work, marrying me, and having children, so he's feeling pretty cheerful these days. (When he gets enough sleep).
I think I'm still acknowledging what success is. I think that I believe it has to do with being in good physical shape, good fiscal shape, and with keeping one's mind sharp through continuing intellectual development. I do not seem to be thinking having a spouse, or having children, or a house, or even emotional intelligence are in the tally.
Well, the family continues to come up to visit the little people. My aunt, uncle, and college-bound cousin came up this weekend to meet the guys. They appeared to be entertained by the experience of seeing the little guys, who slept through the occasion. Afterwards, the family fed us lunch, gave us lovely baby presents, fed us dinner, and took us to see Night at the Museum II: Battle for the Smithsonian. I enjoyed the Octopus.
Brandon and I are taking turns singing Jonathan Coultan songs, mostly "Code Monkey" and "My Monkey" to one another this weekend. Everyone should have something to sing, especially if it mentions the requirements of downtime.
We discovered the independently owned Legacy Books in Plano this afternoon. Monopolizing a bean bag and a comfy chair in the deserted children's section, we took turns reading or showing one another Llama Llama Mad at Mama and other treasures.
Tonight, it's a quiet night, houseguesting at another generous friend's home. This visiting the children in another city (my insurance will not pay to transfer them to my city) has certainly givien me the opportunity to experience great kindnesses. Brandon alternates between the iPod touch and his Kindle (currently featuring The Lightening Thief, I believe). I'm trying to struggle through Fer-de-Lance and thinking if it had been the first Nero Wolfe mystery I had ever read, I would never have read any of Rex Stout's other books. I'm also sporadically reading Bob Asprin's last book, which I'm guessing he wrote from an Irish Pub in the Quarter in New Orleans.
We're doing laundry again, and I'm ignoring the voice in my head that says I need to be doing dishes. I have taken a break from my coloring project. (I've spent the evening coloring some truly vivid orange and scarlet goldfish who appear to be swimming through grass). I do still need to pick up my crayons. B and I are currently taking a break from the leisure reading to surf the Internet. Soon, we realize, we will have so very little time to goof off like this.
We've had to miss a few children's birthday parties this weekend. We're thinking of our friends and missing them.
..helped Tim and Andrea carry a sofa-bed couch out of my house. I hope it has a new happy home. ..assembled 1 of 3? 4? Mother's Day presents. ..tested the theory that UV light breaks down objectionable scents. (I think it might, actually, but it requires more than 3 hours to work.) ..assisted in the assembly of two or three pieces of furniture. ..discovered a key stabilization element of one of the cribs is missing. ..helped move the marble top dresser and two solid oak dressers. ..remembered that I still need to call the plumber to fix the kitchen sink, acquire a working stove, find Saturday's catsitter, do the laundry from this last week, pack to be in Dallas next week, and set the alarm properly.
I was just sharing this story with a friend and thought others might appreciate it.
One year, I went to Target post Xmas and wanted a yard animal with lights, because I succomb (sp) to peer pressure and live in ExuberanceLand. I didn't like the mal-formed bear and wasn't really a penguin person, but the Christmas Seal, the Christmas Seal needed a place to shine.
The Christmas Seal came home with me.
And now, he's in the yard cheerfully wagging his head or flapping his tail.
I have been disuaded from buying the Christmas Elephant balancing on a ball, but mainly because it was pointed out to me that the combination might invite, say, a Christmas Clown.
Clowns are scary.
I do have my eye on a Moose, though. Perhaps, that combination (along with the mini trees) would invite a small Alaskan mountain....