Lucy, clearly you were introduced to spinach this week, much like your older sister. You enjoy going to the pool with us, but only want to spend 15 minutes or so actually IN the water, at which time you decide you need to nurse. So Kate sits in the heat while you nurse and the rest of us swim. It’s hard being a mom!
When I tell people my father is retiring, they frequently ask me what he’s going to do with all that free time. I jokingly tell them that my mother has a lengthy list to keep him busy. But honestly, I don’t really know. But I’m anxious to find out (no pressure, Dad)! I would be hard pressed to answer the question: “what is your dad’s hobby”? Because I don’t really know. His hobby has been excelling at his job and raising and supporting a family. And he has done a tremendous job.
All through my childhood, my dad worked. A lot. He was out of the house before the sun rose on most days, and we frequently didn’t eat dinner until late because he didn’t get home until 7 or 7:30. Frequently, he would also go into the office for several hours on Saturday mornings. But I never once felt like one of those kids whose dad was never around. Somehow he still managed to make it to all the requisite sports events, plays, recitals, and other sundry activities in which all three of his kids took part. He helped with homework and science fair projects, and he and my mom made a great team when it came to rule-making and discipline. He set a fine example for his children on how to have a tremendous work ethic and still be a loving husband and father.
Much to his chagrin, he is having a retirement party thrown for him at his workplace tomorrow. It is something he doesn’t feel is necessary. But I’m taking the day off to go to it, because I want to hear people brag on my dad. Not because I need them to validate something that I already know; but because he’s spent so many years being proud of us that I selfishly want this opportunity to step back and be proud of him. I want to hear people talk about how awesome he is. Because he REALLY IS.
Dad, I hope that you’re able to relax and enjoy some peace and quiet, which is pretty hard to come by these days. But regardless of what you decide to do, I know that you will be glad to be free of the stress that comes from caring so much about your work and the people that work for you, as well as maintaining your own self-imposed high standards. I’m including just a few photographic suggestions (all selfish!) of things that you might find to fill some of those retirement hours.
I love you, Dad. Happy Retirement!
Lucy, Grandpa’s lone Father’s Day request was that he be in the weekly picture. Oh, and that the Yankees would win against the Nationals, which they did. Don’t worry, the Nats will get it back in the World Series. You are really digging the “solid” food these days, and have so far had oatmeal, carrots, and avocado.
Lucy, when I look at Simon’s week 27 picture, it is startling to me how similar you look to your brother. This was a big weekend for you. You got your first “real” food (baby oatmeal), AND we decided that we’d had enough of sleeping in 1.5 – 2 hour bursts, and we started your sleep training. You were a champ, and the first night only cried for an hour. You didn’t cry at all the second night. And the third night you had a bit more difficulty, with it taking about 30 minutes (give or take) to settle down. We certainly appreciated the long stretches of sleep that you allowed us to have this weekend. Keep it up! Well rested parents are happy parents!
Lucy, both your siblings were sick last week, and then as soon as they were feeling better (never mind that they still had a fever), they decided to share their love with you: RIGHT IN YOUR FACE. So it came as little surprise to us when your fever spiked and you came down with the same bug. Thankfully, it was really just a fever, with no other symptoms, and you were happy as a clam most of the time despite your illness.
Lucy, I really shouldn’t wait to do two of these at once (I’m about to write posts for week 25 and week 26 back-to-back). It’s been over two weeks since I took this photo and I’m struggling to remember what milestones you’ve reached and what you were doing at week 25. I actually think you’re in a bit of a lull. You’ve been rolling over for a couple of weeks, and you appear to be on the cusp of sitting up, but (spoiler alert) that still hasn’t happened at week 26. So I’ll have to settle for your supernatural drooling capability, which is shown in the lovely picture below. Enjoy!