Walking Backwards

I have been working on this entry all day, on and off, so please forgive the disjointed, random nature. I would have gone back and made it a little more flow-y and sensical, but I'm lazy. That may also explain why I decided to publish it rather than giving it much of an end:

Ah, holiday weekends :). For some reason I do about five times as much stuff on the weekends when I have an extra day tacked on the end. All of yesterday was spent on home projects. I fixed a board on Nicholas' bed that had needed to be replaced for many days. I also started painting the little guy's room. The reason I didn't finish is because this painting is a little more involved than normal. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I'll be done this weekend, but who knows. This is the wall:



I still have to fill in the white circles with color and cut-in the ceiling (not to mention paint the rest of the room, but I think that is going to wait). I'm hoping that my crazy mind does not take on any other projects before the end of the day because I do need to sleep and we have other things that need to be done.

Today, Joe and I are going to pick up and deliver food to a mother on my Austin parents message board who just had a little girl. She also has twin toddler boys. Joe and I were joking last night on the way home that no matter how hard we think we have it, there is always someone in a situation more difficult than ours. I am really enjoying getting to help all of these mamas. It's giving me a new sense of community and satisfying my urges to help. I know what it is like to fall ill or become indisposed because of other reasons when you have a child, and it sucks. Life becomes about ten times more difficult because you are feeling like crap and still expected to function. All we do is food delivery, but I really think it helps sometimes.

I didn't get a chance to write about my trip to San Antonio on Friday because I got home so late and then threw myself into doing stuff right when I woke up the next morning, but I can write about it now. Nico didn't do so well on the trip in and got a little bit upset that he was still in his car seat after about thirty minutes. We still had an hour to go, of course. We didn't really do much in San Antonio because of misplaced nap times and general laziness on the grown-up's part. Maria and I spent most of the time talking and watching the two kids go crazy with toys and swings and puzzles. In the evening, we all headed out to Chuck E'Cheese pizza. While the kids didn't seem into the idea of eating, they were thrilled with all of the games and rides. Nico's favorite game was skeeball (so like his mother) and is actually getting pretty good. One of these days we are going to actually do something when I come to visit, probably not until the temperatures drop below infernally hot. We're going back down to SA in two weeks and I'm hoping to hit the new Asian art exhibit at the San Antonio Museum of Art, but who knows. By then we will probably be topping out 100 degrees.