The talk in the garden store was all about how Normally, in Colorado, you shouldn't plant anything before Mother's Day! But this year: You could have planted weeks ago; there haven't been any late snowstorms! I rushed home and planted almost everything I could because I was suddenly feeling late.
Late comes early, I suppose.
This is also an appropriate saying for life around the Wyse household lately. Three kids is a lot of kid. It's still overwhelming. Many days I think to myself, this is too many kids for me. Also, 8-20 months is a perpetually exhausting stage. Every now and then my head emerges from the sort of deliberate tunnel vision that this age demands and I'm shocked to discover how everything else is going by in leaps and bounds.
This past weekend, I was allowed a little perspective thanks to my parents, who flew in from the east coast for Trixie's birthday. They were a whirlwind of activity. My father patiently swept our floors no less than 15 times in the 80 hours they were here. He washed trim and painted trim and painted walls and fixed toys and assembled toys. While my mother cooked and scrubbed cabinets and picked up toys and did dishes. And together they must have read about 60 books to the kids.
So, yes, somehow, Trixie turned one this weekend. One, you say, so fast! Kind of. And kind of not. There's a definitely element of Thank goodness! when I utter the word one.
My parents came bearing family gifts: first, the rocking horse my grandfather made for my mother, which was my rocking horse when I was little, which is now Trixie's. The horse's name is Georgie. He seems to be a hit with the four-year-old as well.
Trixie's cast came off on Monday. Another moment of Thank goodness. Trixie was undeterred by it, but I was ready for it to come off. Having a baby in a cast was kind of like having a baby and a half when you add in the cast bonuses: baby getting stuck all over the place, baby lumbering around and scratching the floor with the resin, trying to figure out what clothes can still be worn, lugging around baby awkwardly and (even) protecting yourself from the cast-used-as-weapon. Sheesh. I'm glad that's over.
Unfortunately, it appears that Trixie will be teaching herself to walk all over again. Her muscle tone and flexibility have been negatively impacted by the time in the cast. On the positive side, she's relentless in her quest to be up on her feet. And I'm ready for her to walk.