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June 10, 2005
I am back from Phoenix and the trip was awesome. I had a grand time and seeing those ladies was incredible. I thought the trip would re-charge my batteries and I suppose it did to a certain extent, but in some ways my batteries might have been too run down to get fully recharged in such a short trip. I arrived Friday and we went practically directly to dinner at a wonderful, funky little sushi place in Scottsdale called Blue Wasabi (Wasabi Blue?). Man I really miss good sushi. We ate these wonderful creations that were so elegantly prepared and presented. That kind of attention to detail warms my foodie heart. Saturday woke up early and headed out to trek Pinnacle Peak – a great 4 mile climb/hike on a well defined path, but still hilly and bumpy enough to make my muscles ache! Particularly my (ahem) gluets, which were so sore the next day. Talk about a part of my body I want to feel exercised! We spent most of the rest of the day lounging about, catching some rays by the pool and doing a very fast shopping trip (where I showed remarkable restraint and only purchased a swim suit on clearance at J Crew for $14). That night we went out for a dressy dinner at a restaurant called Eddy V’s. I’ll tell you, between Wasabi Blue and Eddy Vs, plus the surrounding shopping I have never seen so many glaring boob jobs as I did in Scottsdale! It was very noticeable and made me want to proudly display my post-baby 'booblets.'
Sunday was spa day – ahhh spa day. We arrived at the Golden Door at the Boulders early enough to take advantage of their workout space and pool. I took a pre-massage steam and then soak in the mineral bath. My massage was with an obviously gay man who I seriously contemplated moving in with after he spent 90 minutes working me over. Good thing I love John so much. (smile) When were done I felt almost disoriented and a little buzzed, that’s how wonderful it was. That night we cooked at the house and talked ourselves hoarse while drinking copious amounts of wine. Monday we were off after too short a trip.
When I returned I found that Ava had grown about a foot and had probably added about 150 words to her vocabulary (exaggerating). It was so good to see both her and John, but hard to come back to work and the grind of daily life. I think if I learned anything from my trip it was that I need to stop thinking I have to be in charge of everything. Being gone, if only for a few days, I felt so relieved not to have to worry about everything at home. It really highlighted that I have taken on a lot more than I need to in terms of the day to day management of our lives. John is a very responsible, very engaged partner in our life, in parenting etc… I desperately need to step back and let him in to these things. I think that’s, in part, why I’ve been feeling so worn out. For me that is easier said than done.
Prior to my departure to Phoenix Ava had her two year well baby check. Our stinker was 35 inches long (75%) 26.2 lbs (50%) and has an enormous, nearly off the chart noggin at something like 17 7/8 inches (95%). Her blood hemoglobin was great and she doesn’t need any kind of vitamin supplement. Her developmental milestones exceed all expectations. In short, her pediatrician confirmed what we’ve long known. She’s perfectly awesome. If she manages to avoid illness (knock on wood) we won’t be back until she turns 3. Uneventful is what a person hopes for when it comes to doctor’s visits.
I forgot to record in a prior entry that Meghan has ended her first real relationship with ‘the boyfriend.’ I think she managed to do it in a pretty honest, responsible way, which is impressive for a young woman. She’s been seeing a new young man for the past couple of weeks and we really like him – just finished his freshman year of college and seems more intelligent, interesting and engaged than the previous boy. Meghan set off for a class trip to France Monday and the house has been so quiet. She must be having a grand time because there is action on her checking account/debit card, but we haven’t heard anything from her, other than the parent phone tree that they’d arrived safely. She gets back next week – I’m sure she’ll be full of stories and the independence bug that caught her during her senior year (or maybe a decade ago!) will take over for the rest of the summer before she leaves for college. John likes to joke that he thinks that Meghan has simply passed the baton to Ava – ‘Here you go Ave – there’s nothing more I can do here, its up to you now.’ I have a wonderful picture of the two of them on the swings that I will post if I can ever get done with the hardest possible project of the moment, which is downloading all the pictures that are on my digital camera!
Ava pulled a new trick this week. John was feeding her breakfast and I was getting ready for work. I came down stairs as John was clearing away her Rice Krispies and she started to cry. I said ‘Ava, what’s wrong?’ She says ‘Daddy pinch me.’ I burst out laughing – John is like ‘no I didn’t, no I didn’t!’ (Of course he didn’t) But Ava remained steadfast – ‘Daddy pinch me.’ What to do? How on Earth do work on the concept of truthfulness with a two year old who is too verbal for her own good? I suppose my riotous laughing didn’t help matters much.
My parents have a pool, which is now open for the season and I am enjoying watching my girl play in the water. She started off fairly cautious, but has become increasingly brave with more exposure to the water. Of course our newspaper published some article recently saying a child was more at risk for injury by visiting a house with a swimming pool than visiting a house where the people owned a gun. My folks are diligent about locking the gate but I am still very paranoid. Especially now that she is taking running leaps into the water if someone is there to catch her. It would seem it is only a matter of time before she gets brave enough to do one of those running leaps when no one is there to catch her. I need to get her baby swimming lessons.
I’ve been feeling kind of listless for the past couple of weeks. I could probably name 20 reasons why. I am loathe to say I wish I could just snap out of it because that kind of talk generally chaps my hide. I suppose my mood is obvious by the uninteresting tone of this entry, but I’m not feeling like I have much to say. More next week, I suppose…
Thanks for reading—
--Kate
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