Yesterday, friends invited us to go out to the aquarium on the coast, about 45 minutes from our house. They have a little fellow, O, who is three months younger than Darwin, and they get along pretty well, and we have a good time with them, so we jumped on the chance, in spite of both being desperately far behind in our professional work. The drive over was rainy and gray, but the day shifted slowly and by early afternoon it was sunny and warm.
Darwin loves the aquarium. She talks about it regularly. For Christmas, Leah’s dad got us a family membership and we’ve been there three times this year. She knows where the eels and shrimp are, will spend as long as we will let her standing in front of the clown fish tank, and would never leave the octopus if she had a choice. She talks about the puffins in a vaguely Irish accent, thanks to Puffin Rock and the highlight of this trip was decidedly feeding time in the aviary.
Linnea also enjoys watching the fish – the walk-through tunnels are clearly her favorite. She is mesmerized by the snappers and other large fish than hang suspended inches from her face. This was our first visit in which she was highly mobile, and by the end she was mostly interested in crawling as far and fast as possible in whatever direction she could.
After the fun, we headed home with two tired kids. Linnea fell asleep before we were out of the parking lot. Darwin managed to talk the entire way home. Leah fell asleep after about twenty minutes. It was nice.
We got home around 5, tired and ready to get some easy food together, and were shocked to find my parents hard at work in our yard. It’s been raining a lot over the last few weeks (read: since October), and it’s been hard to keep up with the lawn. My dad mowed. My mother weed-wacked and weeded some of our garden beds. It’s so, so hard to keep up with our yard, working full-time, taking care of two small kids, the list goes on. Everyone reading this knows. Having a chance to run away with friends and relax and have fun with the girls was going to mean I tried to fit in a mow some evening this week, and that the house remain a mess. Coming home to a yard that didn’t need to be mowed definitely made me cry after they left. Sometimes it’s hard to accept help. But if you can. If it’s there. Do it. Someday we’ll all be the people who help out the family down the street that just can’t get everything done and needs a hand. For now, I’m going to work on accepting support that comes so that I can focus on my kids while they’re little.