It is 8:30 am on Friday morning. I am working in the living room, Jon and Evelyn are still asleep, and Tucker is nestled right next to my chair. Evie woke up this morning around 6am, a little earlier than usual, and not in her normal, bright, chatty, happy way. No, she was still tired, crying, rolling around. Jon decided it was too early and she was too cranky to be waking up, so he gave her a bottle and she fell right back asleep. Two and a half hours ago. NICE. I guess this counts as her morning nap!
Now we just have to keep her awake until we leave for Estes Park this afternoon. Oh, did I mention that already? We are spending the weekend in a little cabin at the foot of Rocky Mountain National Park. Kind of "pre-camping" to get Evelyn some nature without hasseling with a baby in a tent. We're taking the dogs and taking our food and heading out at the crack of COB. I am hoping for a nice, relaxing weekend, even though the realities of sleeping in a one room cabin with a husband, baby, and two dogs will likely not be relaxing. But I'm taking my knitting and starting a new project (ooh....elbow-length fingerless gloves for when the office gets chilly...and I'm knitting them in Noro!). Jon is taking a book (what?!). We will relax, gosh darnit!
I'm thinking....yes...I believe this is our first "Lew family" mini-vacation without going to see family. How lovely! What a nice way to end the summer, Evelyn's first year, and Jon's (hopefully) soon-to-be-over stay-at-home dadness. (No real updates on the shop. The permit application is in the hands of the city. And so we wait.)
I think we will be grilling pizzas. And I think one of those will be a s'mores pizza. And I think if you haven't tried it you MUST DO SO. Melt some chocolate. Add a pinch of salt. Grill some pizza dough (we bought ours from Whole Foods) on one side, then flip it over. Smear the chocolate over the dough. Add some peanut butter chips. Add mini marshmallows. Grill until the marshmallows are fluffy and melty. Cut it up and eat it! Soooo delicious.
In completely unrelated news, Evelyn must be going through another growth spurt because she is getting all tall and thinned out again. She grows out, then up, then out, then up. Never at the same time. Now she is growing up...and up and up! I am so curious to find out how tall she is at her next ped visit. She nearly comes up to her grandma Lew's waist! That is one tall child.
My mom told me last week that if Evelyn is going to be tall like I was as a child, I will have to keep reminding her how smart she is. Because people that she encounters are going to assume she is 2 years older than she really is and expect her to be able to things two years ahead of what she can do. And when she can't do those things, they will wonder why she is so dim-witted. But no! She is not 6, she is 4, s0 back off! I was really tall as a child. I remember having or going to a birthday party at a Chuck E. Cheese-type place and being too tall to go into the ball pit! I also remember people asking me if I was too old to be trick-or-treating when I was like 10. Boo.
And so to sum up, Evelyn is still asleep, we are going to the mountains this weekend, and my child is tall. The End.
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