When we moved to New York, Evelyn was two—and her cute little self referred to our new home as new ork city. Last night she asked, “mom, how much longer do we have in new ork? I realized that at five, and after three years exposure to the title, she still calls this place new ork city---and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Evy’s school sent home a note stating that there had been a few students whose homes were infested with bed bugs and that we should use precaution and be aware of the situation. Not something I want to think about as I am a little too OCD to let that go. I’ve been putting her backpack and sweater in a huge sealed plastic bag before we enter our apartment. I’ve also been checking her out head to toe every day at pick up to make sure she is clean. I think I may be giving her a complex like that mom in “the aviator” did about germs and such, but bed bugs are terrifying.
Although I stick with my claim that Grant has to be the best baby on earth, the little guy just recently stopped taking a bottle. And this just in time for my very quick road trip to Boston! So, although he’s still the cutest baby on earth… maybe not the best one at the moment.
Blake told me last night that he’s not worried about an intruder breaking in because the intruder wouldn’t make it two feet without stumbling over something and breaking both of his ankles. I think I’ve let the clutter get a little out of control with our move so close. We have way too many baby contraptions for our small space and the kids are sleeping on a mattress on our bedroom floor. I think that was Blake’s subtle way of telling me to clean up!
After reading a story in the Friend about a little girl who served a neighbor in need, I asked Evelyn if she could think of someone who she could serve—someone who might be in trouble or need some cheering up. She thought about it for a while and then said… “probably you, mom. You’ve been kind of cranky and I think you need some cheering up.”
