Locked Out

On Sunday, Baby A had a bottle at 4:45AM (Super Dad gave it to her), and she returned to sleep shortly thereafter. Around 7AM, I was wide awake in bed wondering how it was possible that the kids were still asleep and how strange it was getting to sleep in. I think that Baby A started to stir around 7:45AM. I got a bottle ready for her. By the time I got back to the bedroom, she was already snoozing again. She got up sometime after 8AM. The toddlers were still asleep. Jeff was asleep. This is the way things should be on the weekends! I fed Baby A and cuddled with her.

Eventually, The Twins got up. Miss R got up first and after saying good morning to me, she crawled into bed to snuggle with Jeff. Then, Henry got up. I suggested that he say Happy Father's Day to Jeff. He suggested that I get him a present (him being Henry). I explained that it was Daddy's day. So he ran into the bedroom and said Happy Father's Day to Jeff.

Then, Henry "helped" me make waffles. He dubbed them "pancake waffles" because I used the mix that we use to make pancakes. Henry, unfortunately, wet his underwear before breakfast, so Jeff had to give him a shower. After breakfast, the kids played around the house. Henry had a quick second shower after peeing in underwear pair number two (after sitting on my lap of course).

Later in the morning, I gave Miss R a bath. I had her sit in the tub while I filled it. When there was an inch of water, I asked her to lay back and she did. I eventually filled it to about 1.5 inches deep, so she got her ears a little wet and was OK with that. She blew bubbles once, but much preferred being on her back than laying on her front. I think that for her, the bath tub will be a good way to get her used to being underwater. Next time, I'll fill it 2 inches deep.

Shortly after noon, Baby A was taking her nap, so Jeff decided to run some errands (fun ones like Home Depot, Target, etc.). About 1 minute after he pulled out of the drive way, I decided to water the Sega Palms that were looking droopy in our atrium. I wasn't wearing any shoes. When I closed the door, Henry and Miss R whined that they wanted to help to. I said not this time. I was just doing a quick bucket of water between the two palms. Henry decided to fiddle with the door and locked me out of the house. Yes, the boy locked me out. Through the glass door (the front door is primarily glass), I sternly told Henry to let me in. He smiled. I counted to three. That had no effect. I asked Miss R to unlock the door. She looked confused. In my bare feet, I went down the front steps to the garage door but it was locked as it usually is. We don't have a hidden key around the house. I came back and told Henry again that he'd be put in timeout if he didn't let me in by the count of three. He turned around and started to walk away. As a desperate last resort, I told Henry that I let him watch Toy Story if he let me back into the house. My other option was to walk in bare feet on the hot desert road to our neighbors' homes to use a telephone and call Jeff. In our neighborhood, everyone lives on at least three acres, so the homes are spaced far apart from each other. After telling Henry that I'd let him watch Toy Story, however, he unlocked the latch. I had no idea that Henry knew how to work the locks in the house.

Henry and Miss R went down for a nap after their lunch. Miss R was a good eater. She enjoyed the mac and cheese, macadamia nuts, and mandarin oranges. Henry ate two pieces of Baby Belle cheese. He tried one mandarin orange slice but proclaimed it yucky. And he had a couple bites of mac and cheese. Miss R announced she was tired after lunch, so it didn't take much effort to get the kids into their beds.

Baby A had been up during lunch. She wanted attention and enjoyed the interaction. Jeff was home shortly after 3PM or so. Around 4PM, I headed to my work for a little bit to finish up some last minute cleaning of my old office. I immensely dislike it when people leave their work spaces dirty. So I made sure that mine was in excellent condition. There's no question that the work space had vastly improved while I occupied it. Repainted. Floors redone. Clean.

I came back home. Jeff was watching the last couple putts of the U.S. Open. Then, we piled everyone into the car and headed to Grammy and Poppy's for Father's Day dinner. Aunt Gloria, Aunt Erin, and Uncle Brian were also there.

Miss R was shy at first. She insisted that I hold her. She didn't eat very well at dinner, but Uncle Brian convinced her to eat most of her bread. She and Henry were loud as usual. Baby A was awake during dinner, but she seemed to be content in her swing while Jeff and I ate, which was nice. Maybe she knew it was Father's Day.

Tomorrow morning, we have a visit from Liz from the Blake Foundation for her monthly assessment of Baby A. As she saw Baby A at the CFT, I suspect the visit won't be long. And Baby A is doing very well, so the assessment won't be complicated.