Working out the kinks 

We are a month into Alex working from home full time and it has taken some adjustment on all sides. 

Alex has lost 3 hours of reading and podcast time, he can no longer stroll out of his office to go buy something (unless the Pingus set up a shop selling somethings) but he’s around us all the time (and we are delightful). 

The girls have had to adjust to daddy not being a scarce resource. This was bumpy. It’s taken them the best part of a month to chill out. Daddy isn’t going anywhere and come the fall he’ll be tagging along to music class. 

And me, well I’ve had to get more organized. I’ve been journaling the flow of our days to see what works best. My journal is the best wing-person ever. I’ve figured out that we have to eat meals on time, I’m still doing Mon-Fri bedtimes because it’s less confusing for Zoey, and drawing together is a great way to deal with transitions. 

Ring fencing time for projects, art exploration, and drawing together is a good thing. It’s optional but I’m there. 

As things are settling down I’m working on getting in my Latin and hopefully French time in the morning. My reading is picking up steam again. 

It just all takes time. But it’s so worth it. 

   
    
    
    
 

What we’ve been up to

Picture dump time! 

We rode an old fashioned diesel train on a very, very hot day.    
    
   
We went to the beach on a very cold (relatively) day. 

   
   
The girls dug deeper into their house building project (deserves its own post) and added a roof (tiles and thatch). 

   
    
   
We tagged along with Alex into NYC. Whilst he worked we explored cafes, parks, an art store and rode a carousel until we all got dizzy. 

   
    
    
    
 

Flying with small children: a blurry recap 

  

This is a photo of me arriving in Edinburgh after the overnight flight with the Pingus. My mum sent it with the caption “No rush, really?” – oh she’s a card that one. 

Yes rush because Zoey hadn’t peed since New Jersey, so no flat white for me in the airport. Quick but loving hugs and into the cab to the bathroom at granny pingu’s! 

But let’s talk traveling, specifically flying solo, with small kids so we’ll rewind +10 hours. 

LOVE IT. 

LOVE IT. 

LOVE IT. 

It was exhausting as the girls wanted 100% of my attention to talk about everything they were seeing, but hearts for eyes people the whole experience rocked. 

They loved everything about the airport, particularly the vehicles that drove around inside. 

“Inside vehicles, mummy! You didn’t know there would be cars in here!” 

And the moving walkway. And the yogurt we bought and ate sitting on the floor waiting to board. And sitting on the plane. 

It was just brilliant talking about everything over and over again. They talked until they passed out (Zoey was asleep by Maine and Nomi hung on till Nova Scotia). 

I barely needed any of the surprises of packed. Which was good as I could eek them out over our many train trips. On the plane the girls played with new small cars, play dough and we read new books (“I Stink!” & “I’m Dirty!” by Kate Mcmullan). Since they needed to sleep I kept the seat back TV screen set to the map. But, really they just wanted to talk about all the things. 

My two mistakes were food related. I woke them up for breakfast (they rejected all airplane food), and I should have packed even more snacks and real food. We had just enough but any delays would have pushed us over, or the kids would have had to eat airplane “food”. 

Zoey’s thoughts on ‘Sense and Sensibility’ 

“Mum, why don’t you fall over when we walk in the rain? Did they not have pavements – just grass?” 

“No bicycles.”

Update: we are only half way through so maybe more thoughts tomorrow. Alex said he didn’t understand this post, I told him that’s okay it’s for those who know their Austen. 

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