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All in a Week’s Work: Saturday and Sunday

Continuing with our week of documentation (following our MondayTuesdayWednesday, Thursday, and Friday recaps)…

Soren hasn’t quite grasped the concept of sleeping in on the weekends, so our Saturday started as early as ever. Tim often plays with Soren for a little while after he’s had his milk, so I get to snooze a bit longer. After breakfast and a quick morning nap for Soren, our busy Saturday began with swimming lessons at the Y.

8:55 a.m.

8:55 a.m. Soren’s lessons are in the warm, zero-entry therapy pool. He marches into the water each Saturday and keeps on walking until the water reaches his mouth.

8:55 a.m.

8:55 a.m. Still going.

8:57 a.m. And then off to the deep end for some real swimming.

8:57 a.m. And then off to the deep end for some real swimming.

9:15 a.m.

9:15 a.m. Soren’s lessons include lots of games and songs. Here he was practicing his back float, using the duck as his motivation to put his head back and look to the ceiling.

9:16 a.m. Don't let this face fool you -- Soren only mildly enjoys his lessons.

9:16 a.m. Don’t let this face fool you — Soren only mildly enjoys his lessons.

From the Y, we drove straight to the church in Cambridge for a Relief Society meeting. Tim and Soren dropped me off and went on to Costco for some Saturday shopping. Two hours later, they picked me up and we headed back home for lunch and a long nap for Soren. I snuck off to the gym, Tim got some work done, and then we reconvened for an hour of afternoon playtime around the house.

We tried a new local restaurant for our Saturday night out — Taqueria El Carrizal. Good Mexican food is a little hard to come by in Boston, but this one was a definite winner. The added bonus was that Soren adored the waitresses. He is rarely friendly to strangers, but these ladies won him over in seconds. I guess he’s a lover of the Latinas.

5:31 p.m.

5:31 p.m. Soren is begging for more chips and salsa.

5:33 p.m.

5:33 p.m. This is when he realized he could get way more salsa if he used his straw instead of a chip.

We feel really proud of Soren’s restaurant proficiency. He plays until the food arrives, eats a fair amount, then plays a little longer until we finish. Let’s hope he can keep this up so we can continue to bring him along on our eating adventures.

6:54 p.m.

6:54 p.m. We stopped to visit some friends on the way home from dinner, so bedtime was pushed back a bit. Here Soren is prepping for sleep by searching under the bed for runaway pacifiers.

And then, just like that, it was Sunday. Our Sundays are often as busy as Saturdays — they’re generally not the day of “rest” we sometimes long for. But the switch to 9 a.m. church has helped things somewhat. Every other Sunday, Tim is at the church by 6:30 a.m. for meetings, and then Soren and I make our way there by 8 a.m. for ward council, which Tim and I are both supposed to attend. Soren either plays during the meeting (books, snacks, and a few toys keep him mostly quiet) or takes a nap in the stroller with Tim’s help. It’s a little bit exhausting, especially with the thought of three more hours of church to make it through. But Soren does surprisingly well, even on the days we have to stay late in addition to coming early. I think our record is somewhere around six hours. Anyway, I forgot about taking pictures of Soren’s church shenanigans until we were getting ready to go home (at 12:30 p.m. that day — hallelujah!).

12:31 p.m.

12:31 p.m. Soren is right at home in the clerks’ office, where he spends about an hour each Sunday while I’m in Relief Society. The vacuum always provides a little entertainment.

I have no idea where the rest of the day went, since I had mostly forgotten about my camera at this point. Sometimes it seems like the day is already over once we get through the afternoon nap and then dinner making and eating. I do remember that we had mushroom and sun dried tomato farrotto that night, and it was divine. Soren ate about three servings and was still asking for more.

6:04 p.m.

6:04 p.m. Just playing the old “chase” game in the kitchen.

6:09 p.m.

6:09 p.m. Another favorite game of Soren’s: He “hides” behind me while I ask out loud, “has anyone seen Soren? Soren, where are you?” Then he pops out to the side and “surprises” me. What a riot.

6:15 p.m.

6:15 p.m. When Soren gets tired of the library books on the bottom shelf, he goes for the novels that are at eye level. Sometimes he’ll let me get through a full paragraph before he takes it out of my hands and throws it to the ground.

6:35 p.m.

6:35 p.m. A little more pre-bedtime reading. This is one of Soren’s favorite positions for storytime. I sit or kneel on the ground, and he stands next to me with his hand on my shoulder.

6:35 p.m.

6:35 p.m. Eventually he makes his way into my lap, though. Once his foot is on my leg, I know he’ll soon be wriggling his little body in between me and the book.

Once Soren is in bed, I feel like we have just enough time to pick up around the house, clean up dinner, prepare ourselves for Monday morning, and get in bed. I love the weekends, and I especially love having Tim around full time, but a little piece of me is always ready to get back to our weekday routine of work and playgroups and storytimes and visits to the park. I guess that means we have a good thing going!

Comments: 2

  1. Reagan Holmes February 25, 2014 at 12:59 pm Reply

    Somehow I missed reading your blog since last summer! It was so fun to not only read your week-recap but also the beach and your other posts! Yay for blogs!!

  2. Page February 25, 2014 at 3:00 pm Reply

    I didn’t know Soren takes swimming lessons!

    Isla also peeks under her crib just like that to search for pacis. I spend half my life looking for lost pacis.

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