July. It's here. The boys finished school on July 1 and 2, respectively and we are ready for summer. So far, we've managed to get a lot of activities in.
We've bought Quinn a new bed. He gets out of his a crib a lot and he is almost three. So, we bought him a new bed. Now, we just need to set it up.
We've been swimming a lot at great grandpas house and started swimming lessons this week at the Kearns Rec Center Pool. Elliott is in "whale" and nearly finished with the whole swimming lesson program. Wyatt is a "crab" for the third time. He's hopefully finally going to pass it off because I've told him that he must take swimming lessons UNTIL he can pass crab, and then we can talk about it. Quinn isn't old enough to start "fwimming lessons" yet, but as soon as the boys are back in school, I'm going to sign him up for a mom and "baby" swimming class.
On the last day of school, because it was the last day of school and the boys had great report cards, I took them to lunch. We went to the training table because I wanted a Hawaiian burger and some delicious fries. The boys were brats before the food came, but luckily settled down when the food arrived. That was, until, I had to take Quinn in the bathroom to change his diaper. I came back three minutes later to a complete and total fist fight on the bench. Wyatt was swinging at Elliott and Elliott way laying on the bench choking Wyatt. It was awesome. People were staring. I was flaming mad, just like Anger in "Inside Out". I drug the boys outside and yelled them into a wall. I yelled some more on the way home. Then, they both spent about an hour (Wyatt a little more because he wouldn't stop screaming) in "sit in the middle of the floor and don't touch anything" timeout.
By the time I cooled down, I'd had it. It had been a rough week and a rough day. I texted Ross that I was done with the boys and that when he got home from work, I was leaving and maybe I would come back.
After much internal debate about how lame I thought it might be, when Ross did get home I took myself on a date. I washed my face and reapplied my make-up. I combed my hair. I put on a nice clean outfit and I left. I took myself to a movie, one that wasn't crowded. I sat in a corner by myself eating my popcorn and laughing so hard I cried. Then, I walked to Target from my car and got a few things, getting my exercise for the night as well.
It wasn't lame to go to a movie by myself. I would definitely consider doing it again. I had a great time. I'm a great date.
Our first full day of summer last week on July 3 kept us pretty busy. We got up in the morning and headed to Haley's. We played for a while, until it was time to meet dad at his new office and go to lunch. Then, we headed to Great Grandpa's to swim the afternoon away. The boys swam for hours. I floated for hours. Fun was had by all. And, the best part? Everyone fell asleep on our way home. With three kiddos of such different ages, this doesn't happen much anymore. It was a small miracle, especially considering the day before I was ready to divorce them all.
On July 4th, we broke with all tradition and created one of our own. All of us, minus James and Willie, went to a movie. We saw, "Inside Out." It was delightful and entertaining and fun. Elliott and Quinn devoured a family size popcorn.
After the movie we came home and spent the afternoon just hanging out. Oh, and we lost Quinn. Long story short, he thought he was playing hide and seek with the boys outside, and decided to, without anyone knowing, hide in the car! On a 100 degree day!! We found him, but he'd been in the car about 20 minutes and was covered head to toe in sweat, like he'd just gotten out of the bathtub. Once he drank about 30 ounces of water and stopped crying, he told us that he was hiding from the boys and couldn't open the door to get out of the car, and we couldn't hear him screaming. It was terrifying. It won't happen again.
That afternoon, we headed out to my grandpas to swim and eat dinner with him. The kids swam with cousins and we had a great bbq with my grandpa. That evening, with a slight drizzle of rain, we set of fireworks and for the first 4th of July in many years, Wyatt did not throw up.
Winner winner chicken dinner.
And finally, I love my brother and miss him lots. He celebrated too, just in a different country.
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