Time to wrap up last weekend. I told you it was an emotional roller coaster. I posted all of the awesome stuff (read Part 2 to hear about our Halloween Day and see the kids’ costumes, read Part 1 to see our decorations, hear about Jake’s & Nick’s birthday, and hear about the Zombie Apocalypse party). But a ton of non-Halloween stuff happened too. Here’s an update on this:
Last Thursday was my last day watching baby Nathan (my nephew). No more double baby days (here’s the post from the first day I watched Nathan). I’ve been watching Nathan a couple of times a week for the past few months. Having both Nathan and Jonas is exhausting, but I love Nathan tons. So this is bittersweet. Poppy came over to see the kids. I love these shots of him holding both babies. They definitely capture how hectic having both of them is
We had dinner at Manny’s, which is the least authentic Mexican restaurant on Southwest Boulevard, but we love anyway. We’ve been eating a lot of take out the past few weeks (there hasn’t been much time for cooking around here), so it was nice to be able to sit down somewhere to eat. Also, I love that Jonas’s hair is long enough to blow in the wind now.
Jonas has been eating ridiculously large amounts. I feel like most of my day is spend feeding him. Seriously. He must be going through a growth spurt.
I love these photos of Eliza. She made a pretend horse carriage using her backpack (the reins), boots (the horse feet), and her belt (the whip). I love her imagination.
My first quilt finally came back from the quilter’s (Thanks, Mom!). I made it in April 2009. Yep, it’s been that long. (You can see the full quilt top here).
For those of you not into sewing, a quilt consists of a top layer consisting of tons of pieces of fabric sewn together, a layer of batting, and a back layer (sometimes pieced together and sometimes one big solid piece of fabric). These three layers have to be sewn together for stability (and sometimes decoration), but you can’t fit a quilt of this size into a regular sewing machine to sew all three layers together (getting to the middle is pretty impossible). That’s where the quilter comes in. I love the decorative pattern the quilter used; it mimics the flourishes in the fabric. Now all I have to do is add the binding (boarder)! I’m super stoked to have this on our bed. Or the back of our couch. I haven’t decided.
Eliza brought home a free book from school last Friday! Awesome.
She also got a witch’s finger so she can point to the words as we/she read(s) them. Friday was also picture day, so she’s super fancy.
We’re almost done reading Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. I love how into it she gets. You should see her face when socking revelations and plot twists are revealed. Priceless.
When I got to work on Halloween night (I’m a night time custodian: a job I took in order to save for grad school while being able to stay home with baby Jonas simultaneously), both of the entrances to one of the locker rooms were completely blocked. One entrance was blocked by a refrigerator and boxes, the other by stools and a couch. They also put a futon in the bathroom. Which was a funny little prank. Plus, I didn’t have to clean that room, so bonus for me.
Those are all of the good little things that have been going on. But this past week has been so so hard, even though there were so many things to be happy about.
After experiencing one death last week (read here), we got a call last Friday night that my paternal great-grandmother, who has been suffering from Alzheimer’s, was on hospice. We went to the nursing home to sit with her and my great-grandfather, which was so difficult. She hasn’t recognized anyone for some time now, which has been very hard on my grandfather. We could tell she was in pain, slipping in and out of consciousness.
She passed away early Sunday morning.
She lived a long, amazing life, but somehow that doesn’t make it much easier.
To make matters worse, we were unable to attend the funeral because it was during the week and three hours away.
This past week Jake’s grandmother was also put on hospice and my maternal great-grandfather’s health is rapidly declining. His dementia is setting in heavily.
It’s a lot to take all at once.
I know we should be thankful that we have so many people to love in our lives. When Eliza was born, she had 16 grandparents including step-grandparents, great-grandparents, and three (3!) great-great-grandparents. Some people don’t even have the chance to know one grandparent in their lives.
So we are grateful to have them, grateful to have gotten the chance to gain some of their wisdom, thankful they’ve had the chance to live long, full lives. But we are emotional and we are mourning.
We probably won’t say much more about this, but it’s happening in the background. We are happy to be celebrating the great everyday things happening in our lives in this space, but we are also hurting.