Yesterday, we applied for passports. Tim already has his, but mine is long-expired and the girls needed theirs. We took, cropped, and printed out our own photos at home. It took a LONG time to get everything exactly right. Afterward, we went downtown to the courthouse where we had to put up our right hands and swear that our application was truthful. While we were there, THREE people asked us if the girls were twins because they had matching outfits on.
By the time we were done, it was 2 o’clock so we devoured cheeseburgers and french fries (with ketchup!) at In N Out. Then, we went to Fry’s to buy laundry detergent (we bought the arm + hammer brand this time because it was almost ten dollars cheaper than Tide! Ten dollars!).
This morning, we decided to take the “divide and conquer” approach.
Tim took the girls to the park in the morning w/ a cooler of ice and popsicles, while I researched health insurance options (and cried at the Samaritan Ministries video).
When they returned, we ate sandwiches w/ turkey, havarti cheese, spinach, and tomatoes on yummy rolls. Our 1-year-old napped and our 3-year-old watched the Mickey Mouse version of The Three Musketeers.
Then, I took the girls to Tim’s Grandpa’s house so that Tim could work on the Give Every Day website. When we got there, he insisted that the girls watch a National Geographic DVD (he always does)…and offered them chocolate. Before we left, we went on a walk to his mailbox & back (even though he had already got his mail for the day).
At dinner, we ate deli sandwiches (again) + fresh pineapple in the backyard…with the amazing promise of desert rain filling our noses.
After bathtime, I read a chapter of “Ramona and Her Father” to my pajama’d girls. It was the chapter where Ramona tries to convince her dad to stop smoking because she is afraid for his health.
It’s 8:48 and our 1-year-old has been asleep for about 30 minutes. Our 3-year-old is up eating a snack at the kitchen table (she often gets hungry before bedtime). After that, she’ll probably ask Tim to read more books to her (and he will).
“It’s been a productive weekend,” Tim just said satisfactorily. I agree.
But. It wasn’t only the “work” part that was productive. It was all of it. Including the books, the swinging, the playing in the sandbox after dinner, the breaking up quarrels, and the hand-holding.
Now that I think of it, perhaps those things were the most productive of all.
Do you have your passport? What brand of laundry detergent do you buy (and why)?
