|"THE DETAILS ARE NOT THE DETAILS. THEY MAKE THE DESIGN." — CHARLES EAMES|
Happy Wednesday, m' dears! Let's jump straight to the details, shall we?!
- Yesterday Flyboy took Beesly to the vet for her annual appointment. For the past few years I've ducked out of this yearly to-do because the dogs were getting up there in age and my heart just couldn't take the idea of them getting older. I worried about the doc finding something, and I suppose avoiding the appointment altogether seemed to help—a little. Additionally, the notion of juggling two neurotic dogs and a baby just didn't make sense logistically, so FB happily obliged to run this errand on his own. But now that Tripp is gone and we only received one postcard reminder this year, I found myself stirring yesterday feeling more anxious than ever. The mama bear in me wanted so badly to attend and ask questions about her overall health and the ongoing rehabilitation of her leg, but I still have a hard enough time driving by the vet clinic en route to Home Depot without my eyes watering. The idea of seeing the doc again (kindest and most earnest vet EVER) and sitting in the same room where we said good-bye to my favorite Golden was too difficult. Thankfully, our girl returned last night with a clean bill of health and my mind and heart can rest for a little bit longer.
- You guys!! Remember when I asked for TV recommendations last week because Flyboy was headed to New Orleans for work and I was eager to relax in the evenings alone?! Well, I can't say I clocked in much time with the boob tube anyway. No, Max was an absolute terror who refused to sleep. At all. Sigh. Naps were nonexistent and our nights were filled with sporadic bouts of screaming. Please tell me this is another one of those sneaky sleep regressions and not our new norm. Right?! I felt like a walking zombie plotting my next trip into town for a triple venti ANYTHING. Not to mention, my neck is still killing me from my mediocre attempts to rest while donning noise-canceling headphones. Nice try, Ash!
- In an effort to pass the time until "daddddddddy hooooooooome" on Sunday night, Max and I visited Starbucks both mornings for treats, built extravagant Lego trains, frequented the park (Barry the Brachiosaurus was invited too), took both his scooter and bike out for a spin, scooped mulch with one of many toy trucks, and raced down the slides more times than I preferred. I found myself looking at my watch and counting down the hours until Flyboy's return. It was clear we missed our beloved routine, but mostly we missed the rock of the family—the guy that makes us all smile. If there was any real upside to last weekend, I would say it served as a perfect gut check to enjoy life's slower pace in Swell Rio. After all, it won't be long before we get our next assignment, FB returns to a new airframe with a higher ops tempo, and all the coming/going will be our norm again. Sometimes life moves at a snail's pace down here, but I bet we'll find that we miss it a year from now—not necessarily the location, but the bounty of time spent together.
Alright, that's all I've got for now. What have you been up to?! I'm dying to know.