2020: four, five, six

Missed a few weeks. That's what happens when you leave for vacation on a Wednesday and then get back on a Wednesday, and then start a show your friend recommended on a Wednesday and accidentally watch 4 episodes. So here we are, Thursday, but not letting a whole week go by.

The show I started watching is called Locke and Key on Netflix. I forgot my friend likes scary stuff; I do not. But I'm sucked in. Bryan was at basketball and I had to get something from the basement, forgetting I had stuck some helium balloons in the basement stairwell. I paused my show and went to the basement and jumped right out of my skin as the balloons greeted me.

We went to California. It was amazing. We traveled right as new Coronavirus cases appeared in CA. So we were the freaks telling our kids to not touch anything, hand sanitizing regularly, and looking enviously at all the people wearing medical masks. On the plane there the person behind me sneezed on my hair. It's all cool. Traveling is amazing. Okay, that was an unintentional tangent. The real story: we went to the beach almost every day. It was sunny and every day was above 60 with a few in the 80's! We saw both set of grandparents, cousins, and an aunt and uncle. My kids loved on big dogs and did "art" to their hearts content (Wade is still telling me that it's not fair that Lily Jo has way more art stuff than him). My kids got so tuckered they took several naps, as did I - one was even outside and it was perfect. We're already ready to go back.

Oh and we ate donuts for breakfast at the beach. That's my new favorite thing. But my favorite, favorite part of the trip was watching my kids play in the waves. Jac would just hop up and down like on a trampoline and shriek with joy and the ocean just swallowed her sounds. I could watch it for hours. I did watch it for hours.

We walk into the airport bathroom and Jac loudly proclaimed, "Eww, it stinks in here!" And later whined from her stall that her toilet flushed before she could wipe her butt. I enjoy seeing people smirk in amusement at public comments like these. 

After both plane rides everyone that sat around us commented on how good our kids did. We've never had comments like that before, so apparently everyone has hated sitting by us previously. 

We've had a cold snap this week, but it's still been sunny. Something about this mixture has the snow warm enough for Stella to sink into, but sold enough that the snow sticks to her immediately. She's had several baths and thinks that's super lame. Unrelated to Stella, but the sun warms up my front room and my thermostat said it was 73 today, but outside it was 0, so the rest of my house was super cold. 

Girls picked out their sunhats and are ready to return to the sunshine.

The kids have been doing a lot of "shows" for me. Or gymnastics. Or poses. They kind of change the names up, but I'll hear them call for me from the other room and I'll come into something like this. 

Daddy bought jump ropes and was jumping with the girls. They don't have it down yet, but Jac did get a good 4 jumps in. I peed my pants on my turn. 

We were in the car and Wade was talking to us about how the shape of a donut is called a torus - I didn't know that. And he was talking about the ice giant planets. I was genuinely impressed with the bits of info he picked up, and then Jac chimed in to say, "I have five fingers. Wanna see? 1,2,3,4,5. Do all of us have five fingers."

I asked Jac to put her sweatshirt on and she told me that was, "Rude and ridiculous and wrong!"

I vacuumed up a sock and clogged it. While I was trying to get it out (never did) I found out the hose on my vacuum is broken! I'm equal parts annoyed and excited about buying a new vacuum. And that is adulthood.

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