Quiet Weekend

So here we are, Sunday again, and it seems like the whole weekend just slipped away.

I'm not saying that we didn't enjoy it, but just that it went by quickly.


Saturday morning was actually quite fun with us hanging out awhile before I headed to work after SAM had gotten Margaret fed.

It's such a treat for us to get to hang out together, and Margaret seemed genuinely happy to be hanging with BOTH parents in the morning.

Margaret was in high spirits and exhibiting little sign of any illness, so SAM didn't take her to the Doc's.

Thanks to everyone who commented - it very well may have been Roseola, but seeing as she seemed fully recovered by Saturday morning, I guess there will never be independent medical confirmation.


While I was hard at work, Margaret got to go watch the Presidential debates with SAM over at another American teacher's house.

I wasn't there, but apparently Margaret tolerated this well, and enjoyed being the center of attention of ten fawning adults.

Unfortunately, SAM had to work on Saturday and I was out running errands, so it was M and Daisy for most of the afternoon, until SAM and I both got back at around 4:00 and brought her out to the park.



I am getting a bit concerned that Margaret might be getting bored of the park, but she certainly doesn't let on. Aside from spending her required time on the swings, SAM let M stretch her legs a bit which she seems to enjoy.

Standing there holding on to some netting that older kids use for climbing, I can't help but feel like she's growing up too quickly, and I feel pangs of loss, already, as if she's already to big to hold in my arms.

(Un?)Fortunately, she doesn't realize this, and just keeps growing bigger and bigger and getting us to love her more and more.


After taking Margaret home, SAM and I went up to Victoria Peak for date night! I can't remember the last time we had an actual date-night with actual reservations at an actual date-worthy spot, but whenever it was, it was too long ago.

Having Daisy really enables our lifestyle in so many ways, but none more important, I think, than our date nights.

SAM and I have conversations through the week, and spend most dinners together during the week, but being out of the house, alone for a meal, with nothing to do but to just catch up with each other is one of the best "breathers" from our life as parents that I can imagine.

Even though it was just hamburgers, and we were home by 9:30, being able to feel like grown-ups and just focus on each other is a great way to remember why we got married in the first place.

After dinner, a walk around the Peak to take in the glittering night-time skyline and ice-cream enjoyed al fresco in the cool evening air pretty much capped the perfect date.

Really, it makes me all googly eyed and lovey-dovey just thinking about it, and it makes me want to have more kids with her!


Actually, just looking at Margaret makes me want to have more children with SAM.

We were actually both saying last night that it feels like our lives have stabilized just in the past week, and that we were both feeling like we were in a good place.

What a great life, we get to live, and it is due, in no small part, to all of our family and friends as well.

Thanks, guys.


Having Margaret has changed our Sunday sleeping habits in a manner as mournful as it is permanent.

At 6:15, as Margaret was screaming for attention, I mumbled to SAM, "Maybe she'll go back to sleep."

Her response was as true as it was difficult to argue with, "Right, like she's done for the past four months."

Despite having to be up with all the other parents to change and feed this eating machine we've brought into the world, today (Sunday), was basically a deliciously slow-paced day. My favorite kind.

After feeding Margaret, we all went to Starbucks for a light breakfast before heading to the park in the morning for some swinging and playing on the jungle-gym like cargo net.

Then it was nap-time, before meeting Joy for her birthday brunch at the Flying Pan.

As usual, we ate way to much, but it was very rewarding to introduce Joy, George and the kids to the place.

The kids enjoyed their first real diner experience (in Hong Kong, no less), and we all learned that Samantha does not like cinnamon toast.

We're thinking of calling the hospital to see if she might have been switched at birth.


After splitting up with the Koos, we headed home where we all fell into bed again... until about 4:00.

Talk about lazy Sundays.

It's okay, though. We motivated at around 4:30 and went into Central to pick up more baby proofing materials and some stacking cups to work on M's hand-eye coordination.

We didn't find ones as good as Clara's, but they'll work just fine.

Afterward, we tried to feed Margaret out (we went to a sort of Whole Foods-esque grocery store food court), but she was having none of it. Basically, she had a few chick-peas and a pizza crust and refused to touch any of the chicken, corn, beef, etc. we had gotten from her.

Even more disappointing, she didn't nurse much, nor did she want more than a couple of ounces from her pre-bed bottle.

Now I'm bracing for a hungry mid-night wake-up, but we'll hope for the best.

Margaret giving Mommy a kiss today
So it was a quiet weekend without much accomplished, but really, that's kind of the way I like them.

I got to hang out with SAM and Margaret the whole time, and even got to see my sister and her family.

It was really just about hanging out with family. Aside from that, there's just not much else I really need.