Lucy is only in preschool Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday during the week, meaning she gets to stay and play with us on Mondays and Fridays. Fridays are reserved for the Forest, which leaves Mondays as totally open ended time for me and her siblings. I also want to use this time as a way to do some activities with Lucy since I’m relatively disappointed with the preschool program that Lucy is in. She’s having fun and likes it, but when I see what they are doing I just want to beat my head against the wall. It’s just very very traditional and in my opinion very, very lame, but she has friends and plays and gets excited to see said friends and play with said friends. She’s also learning sign language and doing a lot of things with letters which she’s really into. But come on teacher, how about one less coloring book printout page and let them put some of their own goddamn PAINT ON THE FUCKING PIECE OF PAPER. See this all caps, which is me yelling in my head (or honestly at Jason..not yelling, just speaking in a loud voice), is the reason I probably can’t be a preschool teacher.
Thus I’ve deemed Mondays “Mom and Kids Adventures in Chicago Day”. Given that Baby V is still just over two weeks old, today it was Mom and Kids and Grandparents Adventures in Chicago Day because I knew I would need some help corralling all the kids on this particular adventure: visit Dad at work.
The building he works in is right on the brown line, so before we went Lucy and I spent some time looking at maps of the city. Where our house is. Where Jason’s work is. The train lines that go near it. When we got past the Merchandise Mart, the train voice let us know that Washington & Welles would be the next stop and Lucy immediately said, “Mom that’s it, that’s where Dad’s work is!” So yay! She remembered something.
We had lunch at Corner Bakery where the most exciting thing that happened (aside from seeing Dad obviously) was that Rocky pooped in the potty there.
***Sidenote*** Oh my god potty training this kid = way harder than potty training Lucy. Maybe we are lazier, or he really is more difficult or like Jason mentioned yesterday, since he has gotten more candy in general in his life than Lucy, the bribery of M&Ms or Reese’s Pieces isn’t enough to make him take a leak or put some turds in the potty. I mean literally last night he peed in his underwear while standing on a stool and after Jason said, “OK, buddy let’s change your pants,” he said, “But why…they aren’t dirty!” Ok then. Just sit there in your urine soaked underwear.
After lunch we walked to Daley Plaza where we checked out some Korean dancers/music as well as the Picasso statue. From there we raced to the train because I realized the baby was coming up on three hours since her last feeding. And, while she had spent the entire trip in the Moby strapped to me (except for a 10 minute lap stay on the train when I had to tighten up the Moby) and sleeping, I was worried about a) her waking up and realizing she was starving and b) my boobs getting mad at me that the feeding was getting late and explode on me. Since she’s going 3-4 hours between feeding, it really wasn’t a big deal and there was no reason to be rushed like a lunatic. Plus a) she’s a third born and she will probably have to get used to waiting 30 minutes for things and b) I could have fed her on the train if it really got crazy. In the end she didn’t wake up until we got home.
A fun day downtown on a beautiful day. Always fun to see Jason in the middle of the day and an awesome way to start off the week.
Check out the pictures from our trip! On the train ride home, Rocky was cracking up my Dad and I with his incredibly loud and crazy talk. I mean I think my Dad was crying laughing so hard.