Update
My goodness. Working people have no time for frivolous things like blogs.
Here's what has happened. I keep going to work. Cook keeps going to work. Skipper and Duchess have a very nice babysitter, who did not quit on us after her first full day, during which (with Duchess gone on an all-day playdate) Skipper peed her pants, barfed in the babysitter's car, and then went into her room and refused to come out. Skipper is struggling with the transition. She has been very clingy with me, when I finally get home every night.
Duchess loves her new ballet class, which comes complete with a stern ballet teacher. Cook described returning to the class after hanging out at the playground with Skipper for a while, and hearing the teacher say crankily to Duchess as he came in, "Well, if you can do it in one direction, why can't you do it in the other direction?!" - Duchess apparently just shrugged in response. Cook felt the only way the teacher could have been more perfect is if she had a Russian accent, and maybe a wooden leg. However, Duchess seems to be enthusiastic about the class at least in part BECAUSE the teacher is stern. Duchess feels that reflects a seriousness about the whole venture that she appreciates.
Skipper is tearing up the pool in her swim class, laughing and joking with the teachers, and working very hard. Mostly the girls are enjoying not having to go to school, though Duchess seems less interested in reading than normal, and has several times complained of boredom. It's probably a good thing that they have a babysitter who actually does stuff with them.
And we went camping this weekend! It was a lovely experience, and also allowed Skipper to confront her general fear of anything new. She was pretty crazed the first night, when we arrived late*, set up camp in the rain, and went to bed very late. "I want to go home!" she cried in despair, "I don't even know where I am!" The next day we went to a hot spring nearby, and Skipper was very concerned about it. She had no idea what to expect, and that's a state that she can't abide. It turned out that she loved the hot springs. We barged in on the stoned skinnydipping vibe and ruined it completely with our swimsuits, children, and general loud ruckus,** but Skipper was absolutely down with it. She rolled silently around in the water, immersing herself totally and looking tremendously peaceful. Odds are good that she's going to end up working on an organic farm outside of Eugene in fifteen years, river rafting and hot-springs-lounging on her off days.
Anyway. That's the report. Work takes up a really unfair amount of time. My daughters are growing up. All is well.
* after a daunting drive that trailed off into what felt like remote wilderness, with a dubious turn and no confidence that we were going the right direction. Skipper said mournfully near the end of the drive, "Duchess? I think I'm having trouble... keeping myself... up."
** not to mention my helpful commentary on the slimy rocks, the extremely hospitable environment for bacteria, etc. I think hot springs are pretty icky. Well, not necessarily hot springs, but hot springs with people in them. Ew.
Here's what has happened. I keep going to work. Cook keeps going to work. Skipper and Duchess have a very nice babysitter, who did not quit on us after her first full day, during which (with Duchess gone on an all-day playdate) Skipper peed her pants, barfed in the babysitter's car, and then went into her room and refused to come out. Skipper is struggling with the transition. She has been very clingy with me, when I finally get home every night.
Duchess loves her new ballet class, which comes complete with a stern ballet teacher. Cook described returning to the class after hanging out at the playground with Skipper for a while, and hearing the teacher say crankily to Duchess as he came in, "Well, if you can do it in one direction, why can't you do it in the other direction?!" - Duchess apparently just shrugged in response. Cook felt the only way the teacher could have been more perfect is if she had a Russian accent, and maybe a wooden leg. However, Duchess seems to be enthusiastic about the class at least in part BECAUSE the teacher is stern. Duchess feels that reflects a seriousness about the whole venture that she appreciates.
Skipper is tearing up the pool in her swim class, laughing and joking with the teachers, and working very hard. Mostly the girls are enjoying not having to go to school, though Duchess seems less interested in reading than normal, and has several times complained of boredom. It's probably a good thing that they have a babysitter who actually does stuff with them.
And we went camping this weekend! It was a lovely experience, and also allowed Skipper to confront her general fear of anything new. She was pretty crazed the first night, when we arrived late*, set up camp in the rain, and went to bed very late. "I want to go home!" she cried in despair, "I don't even know where I am!" The next day we went to a hot spring nearby, and Skipper was very concerned about it. She had no idea what to expect, and that's a state that she can't abide. It turned out that she loved the hot springs. We barged in on the stoned skinnydipping vibe and ruined it completely with our swimsuits, children, and general loud ruckus,** but Skipper was absolutely down with it. She rolled silently around in the water, immersing herself totally and looking tremendously peaceful. Odds are good that she's going to end up working on an organic farm outside of Eugene in fifteen years, river rafting and hot-springs-lounging on her off days.
Anyway. That's the report. Work takes up a really unfair amount of time. My daughters are growing up. All is well.
* after a daunting drive that trailed off into what felt like remote wilderness, with a dubious turn and no confidence that we were going the right direction. Skipper said mournfully near the end of the drive, "Duchess? I think I'm having trouble... keeping myself... up."
** not to mention my helpful commentary on the slimy rocks, the extremely hospitable environment for bacteria, etc. I think hot springs are pretty icky. Well, not necessarily hot springs, but hot springs with people in them. Ew.
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