Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Raise Da Roof

I'm back! I hightailed it out of Dodge drove to NY for a lovely visit with my parents for a 4-day weekend while Hubby stayed in MA with Eldest and managed to paint the kitchen and put a new roof on the house! So yes, I indeed drove 6 hours (for all you fellow parents, that would be the equivalent of an entire showing of Cars and Charlotte's Web and partway through Nemo on the car DVD screens) in our gas guzzler (Over $3.00 a gallon. Are you kidding me??) with Middle and Baby. And I have to say, it wasn't that bad. We left at 8am on Friday. The only slight emergency occurred when Middle had to pee. Right now! When we were on an isolated stretch of I-88 with no exit or rest area in sight. So I weighed my options and decided to pull over off the highway rather than risk him pissing all over himself and his carseat. Disaster averted, although he did still manage to pee all over himself. Nothing that a handy wet-wipe couldn't sop up though.

Our visit at home with my parents was good. It was just nice to be away from the Trenches while all that work was being done. Although Middle was his increasingly whiny self. (I swear, the 3's are worse than the Terrible Twos. Mark my words fellow mommies.) And Baby tends to antagonize Middle. So I spent a lot of time worrying about my childrens' behavior and what my parents thought about my parenting (dis)abilities. Ack.

The boyz got to see their Cousin, my Nephew. He's 7 weeks younger than Middle.








Trains roll by my parents' house at all times of the day and night (insert your own joke here about me growing up on the wrong side of the tracks). Middle, my Thomas the Tank Engine fanatic, was enraptured, to say the least. From the time he would first hear the telltale whistle, he would stand alert and just STARE at the train chugging by across the street. On the other end of the spectrum, Baby cried and had to be held each time a train rumbled past.

And yes, I did manage to keep up with the training while in NY. On Saturday, Mom and I drove up to her walking spot. A long, hilly, dirt road in the middle of the country. Hay bales for miles. It was quite peaceful to run out there in the middle of nowhere. On Sunday, we took the boyz to the playground and I ran at my old high school track that circles the soccer field (I'm suddenly hearing "Glory Days" by Bruce in the background).

I swear, only in my hometown: You are greeted by this yellow sign as you enter the town village:

Speaking of, you can enjoy the sight! and smell! of horseshit in the middle of the road from the above Amish buggies driving through. I kid you not.

And Eldest had a fabulous time with just Daddy, needless to say. Fast food ("Mommy, guess what I ate when you were gone? Harry's Pizza, McDonalds, Burger King, Friendlys and TGIFridays!"), late bedtimes, free reign. Heaven for a not-yet-6 year old.

So now we're back in the Trenches, safe and sound. There's no place like home...especially with a newly painted & floored kitchen and NEW ROOF! Momma like.

9 comments:

ed's girl said...

I had a train at the end of my street too! and my parents still live there--i miss it--kinda a home sound for me--and the MinMan says "hear that?" every time we are there--they do go by quite often, it is an adjustment. Hey--I'm havin'a baby tomorrow! crazy!:)

Dana said...

I am with you on the threes are worse than twos! Glad you had a good trip.

Annie said...

I'm still not getting past the 6 hours driving with two kids - you're a braver mommy than I my dear!

Shauna said...

3s are much harder than 2s! Definitely!!

Kerry said...

Brave mom! But hey - you have a new roof and a new-like kitchen! I am impressed your husband is so handy - a new roof!!?

Kate said...

Welcome home!

Sounds like your hometown is within a couple hours of mine - I grew up near Binghamton. Not a ton of Amish right there, but not too far in any direction...

Amanda said...

No, no, no, no. Say it ain't so, cause two is literally kicking my ass right now. I am so struggling to be at all graceful (read- not looking like a hateful, hateful woman when in public with my tantrum-er.

CakeHead said...

I love the kitchen color!

I am totally with you on the, um, wonderful three's thing. I didn't think being a good parent could get any harder when my son was two. Boy, was I wrong!

Trains are cool. I could get used to hearing one rumble by every now and again. Best trip I've made with my son was on a train. I highly recommend it.

Queen Heather said...

Mmmmm, nothing says welcome home like horseshit! LOL!

Sounds like a fun trip!

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