Well, after a few rough days (and nights) we made it through to the other side of Ryland’s virus. It was a little dicey there for a while. This kind of sums up our life there for a few days.
But we survived. Ryland’s feeling much better, well enough, in fact, to CLIMB OUT OF HER CRIB YESTERDAY…..
That has literally been my worst nightmare since she was able to start pulling up to stand in the crib, and I have been dreading it. I am in no hurry to move her to a non-crib bed situation. When that happens she is going to absolutely tear her room apart on a nightly basis, rock star in a hotel style.
I also have an irrational fear of the age where she can just start showing up next to my bed in the middle of the night. Back in the day when I used to babysit, there was nothing more bone-chilling than when I was relaxing, watching TV and gorging on the free snacks post bedtimes, and then BAM, out of nowhere appeared a little gremlin in a nightgown, creepily staring at me with glassy sleep eyes. It shook me to my core, like something out of a horror movie. And I don’t think it will be any less terrifying even though it’s my own kid.
So yeah, I panicked, big time. The “good” news (and I feel like a horrible person for suggesting that this is a “good” thing), is that when Ryland climbed out, well she did not do it gracefully. The thud practically shook our house. And I think she took the brunt of that fall on her face (there’s a big bruise there). She was hysterical for a good 20 minutes, and she has not attempted the maneuver again. Although I realize that her stubbornness will eventually (and probably quickly) outweigh her fear. But maybe I’ll have a little while longer. Hopefully.
Today was the first day we really ventured out since Ryland’s been sick. It was such a beautiful cool summer morning and I decided to take the kiddos to the gardens at the VMFA.
I’m trying to get better about not over-analyzing excursions out with both babies. As I’ve written here before, I tend to get bogged down in logistics and give up before I even leave my house, which isn’t great. My new strategy is just to go, early in the day and as fast as possible before I have time to overthink anything. And I have yet to encounter a situation where both babies were screaming their heads off in a public place or have simultaneous blowouts or destroy a priceless work of art or burn down a McDonald’s or any number of nightmare scenarios I envision. And even if that did happen, I know it really wouldn’t be as bad as I think it would be (except for the last two, because then I’d be in jail and my children would be sent to a Home for Wayward Youth with Criminal Tendencies).
The moral is, even if something happened that really sucked, we’d get through it, because let’s face it, there are far worse things to deal with in this world.
And you know? We had a lovely time. It was beautiful, mostly empty, and best of all GERM-FREE (or at least free of communal baby filth bombs). Ryland had so much fun sprinting down the paths and up the stairs and ramps (btw this place is very stroller friendly).
She also insisted on sticking her hands in every single water feature and fountain. Thankfully she did not fall in.
See what I mean about how gorgeous this place is? To think I lived right down the street from it from 7th grade to my late 20s and never fully appreciated it back then.
Once her little legs wore out, I stuck her in the double stroller, walked a little bit in the Fan, and grabbed us two blueberry scones from Starbucks (she ate hers and about half of mine…).
I really do love this city of mine this time of year. There’s something pretty darn magical about an early morning in June, when summer stretches endlessly in front of you and it feels like the world will always be so green and warm and full of color.
I look forward to many more “adventures” with my kiddos, because despite the hassle of getting two kids two and under out the door, despite the pain of lugging a heavy double stroller in and out of a trunk, despite the challenges with timing naps and bottles and diaper changes, I know that one day I will look back at these mornings and remember none of that. I will only remember that this time with us, and a whole world to explore, was perfect.