Today was cold and rainy. We were stuck at home because Dom took the car in to get it inspected and have the oil changed.
I was torn between baking muffins and sewing but opted for the latter as I can sew and sit while baking would require me to be on my feet and my back was hurting and I still have to roast the chicken for dinner later. So to the sewing room I went to whip up a scrappy pillow for Bella. It occurred to me last night as bedtime arrived and I hadn’t remembered to wash the pillow that got soaked when she had an accident at nap time it occurred to me that having two pillows would be a good thing. She used to have another pillow but Sophie’s been using it. I grabbed it from the crib, hoping Sophie wouldn’t notice; but she did. She didn’t scream too much but she wasn’t happy about giving it up for her sister. So anyway today I decided to make a backup pillow and Bella requested that it be purple.
Trying to entertain two wee ones while sewing. It meant at one point reading Goldilocks and the Three Bears to Bella with a break at the end of every page to redirect Sophie to another activity. Sometimes singing songs (She loves the ups and downs in The Grand Old Duke of York) and getting snacks. Bella was sometimes helpful in entertaining Sophie and sometimes had to be taught lessons in waiting patiently and in being helpful. Still by lunch time I had a back and a front to the pillow ready to be stitched together. Perhaps I was a bit too into the scrappiness. had I opted for something simpler it would have come together faster; but I tend to get a little unreasonable when sewing.
One near-disaster befell: Sophie pulled out a huge hank of Bella’s hair. Bella screamed and I jumped down to intervene and reprimand Sophie. She’s been getting pretty physical with Bella lately, pushing and shoving and throwing things. But surprisingly after the initial wail Bella calmed down almost at once and even kind of laughed about it with me. “Is that my hair?” she asked. “Yes, that’s your hair,” I half laughed finally seeing a bit of humor in the situation. She giggled a little and then as I sat there staring at the clump of hair in my hand, Bella reached over and took it matter-of-factly and offered to put it into the trash for me.
Dom messaged me and told me that somehow the RMV had dropped our registration and showed that our plates had been turned in. Some clerical error, a RMV employee made a typo and entered the wrong plate number. So Dom spent the afternoon sorting out the mess. This involved calling our insurance agent and then the guys from the shop driving the plates up to Dom at work (I love these guys, they are my heroes. It probably doesn’t hurt that the shop owner knows and esteems Dom’s brother). Dom picked up some necessary form our agent forwarded to a local office then spent the afternoon at the RMV, waiting for more than an hour. He finally sorted out the mess and amazingly got out of there without having to pay to get new plates. (Thank goodness he listened to our agent instead of the local guy from whom he got the form, who told him to just cough up the $40 for new plates. And by the way charged him $20 for what our agent said he should have done for free as a courtesy.) So now the car is fine and dandy. I’m just glad our inspection ran out this month. Had Dom not taken the car in I could have been driving for months without knowing my car was not registered. Just imagine if I’d been pulled over, they’d have towed the car and left me stranded on the side of the road with the kids.
Anyway, the evening was crazy. I woke Sophie from her nap as I was cooking dinner and she was cranky all evening until after dinner when I put her into the bath. Then she was in heaven. Oh I am tired and need to sleep. Dom didn’t get home till late and dealing with two cranky children for two hours on my own while cooking dinner was not easy. Especially since I”d slotted roast chicken with roasted vegetables for dinner and that is not something one can do while holding a screaming baby.
I’ve got pictures of Bella’s new pillow and will post them tomorrow when I have more energy. And I’ve still got to get the video of Bella leading Sophie about by the hand. Too cute. Enough to make up for the most cranky of days.
I notice I’ve started to blog daily journal type entries of what’s going on. I don’t know why but I just feel a need to chronicle our days. Must be some by product of late pregnancy but I can’t figure out the connection except that maybe I’m looking forward to when the entire rhythm and mood of our days will radically shift as we incorporate a whole new person into this crazy mixed up life?