We put our house up on the market the first week of
April. We love our house, but the school
district is not suited for Jackson’s needs.
Otherwise we would live there forever as it is located in the middle of
both our parents. Last week we lowered
our price because we haven’t had one showing.
An hour after lowering the price we got our first bite and someone came
to look at our beautiful home. We had
less than 24 hours to make our house perfect and sparkley, as everyone knows
that hardest part of homeownership with a toddler is keeping it spick and
span. I rushed home from work on
Thursday and started right away.
Jackson is at grandma’s house until Sara is off work, so I didn’t have
much solo time. I tried to get as many
of the jobs that only I can do completed when Sara and Jackson got home. Sara had already cleaned the kitchen earlier
that day and thought it was best for us to go out to dinner. I was craving BBQ so we headed to
Bandanas.
Jackson was so good at dinner. He loves going out in public and we usually
don’t have any issues when food is involved, that is as long as we warn our
waiting service about his awesome ability to clear the table. Since our mind was racing on what we needed
to get completed at the house, we totally forgot to warn our waitress. When she brought our drinks to the table Sara
was trying to get the words out, but it was too late. As the waitress went to set Jackson’s milk
down he hit it right out of her hand. It
was totally like one of those slow motion scenes in the movies where the lead
character is saying, “Nnnnnnnoooooooooo”.
Somehow Sara caught the cup in midflight.
The waitress said, “Nice catch” as we all laughed.
Sara was then able to say, “Sorry, I meant to warn you about
his anxiety and he likes to grab and swipe things”.
The waitress responded, “No problem, let me grab a warsh
rag”. I was impressed with her reaction
to everything as thought it was no big deal.
Oh and it we were at Bandanas so southern slang is expected.
When our food arrived our waitress made sure to keep her
distance and did not deliver any of the food over Jackson’s head. Jackson ate off our plates like a champ, so
we had no left overs for once. He loves BBQ pork, french fries, and fried okra. Yup, he is
my son.
Sara stayed up late to do some cleaning and organizing for
the next day. Jackson had ABA therapy,
which allotted her extra time. Jackson also had a speech evaluation and Sara
said it went really well. The speech
therapist says Jackson has lots of words him, so that is very exciting news.
The house showing on Friday was right at the time I would
typically get home from work, so we hung out at Sara’s parents before my early
softball game. Sara brought Jackson to
the game. My team was thrilled to see
him even though he was on the move the entire time. He enjoyed running in the outfield, he even
jumped on 3rd base. I was
surprised he lasted as long as he did there with no playground. Our game only lasted about 30 minutes though
sad to say. We got short gamed. This year the team decided we needed to join
a more competitive league and we definitely found one. We are currently 1 and 3; every game has been
close within a few runs with the exception of this last one. Julz, one of my teammates, joked, “Why is it
we got old we so decided to play more competitive, shouldn’t it be the other
way around… I mean really, wasn’t our team name a few years ago A.A.R.P.?”
Jackson made friends with all the ladies. Jackson played a game of boo
with my friend, Michelle a.k.a Double D (which stands for daisy dukes), for
at least 15 minutes. She was in love
with his contagious laugh. Sara and
Jackson left shortly after our game so I could spend some time with my team and
have some beers. I love my lady time, I have played with these gals for just over 10 years. My
team name is “Here for Beer” which is suiting. Carol had me laughing so hard that the next
morning I could barely sit up as though I did a million stomach crunches the
night before. Every season we
pick up where we left off the year before, except our bats are
rusty the first few games.
Saturday Sara, Jackson, and I went to reunion BBQ with my
college softball team. Sara and I were
both really worried about Jackson not engaging with the other kids, or worse
pulling their hair. When we first
arrived I warned all the parents that Jackson might pull their kids hair. To my surprise all the moms were
accepting. Arnie even responded, “They
are kids... Mine will probably pull back”.
The good news is we didn’t have to pry Jackson off any of the pretty
little girls with long blonde hair, there were 4 of them. Jackson had an absolute blast. He was mostly focused on the playground and
his new game of taking his shoes off at the top of the slide and letting them
go down first. Only 4 of my teammates showed up with their families, a few had
to cancel at the last minute. Teri came
to down from Kansas City and I was glad because we graduated together and
haven’t seen her since. We had plenty of
food to go around and plenty of good conversation. It is funny that after over 10 years everyone is
exactly the same way I remember them.
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| Teri, Karen (V-Dog), Andie, Me, Jami (Arnie) |
Sara and I divided and conquered taking turns chasing
Jackson around. He is one busy
child. I was worried about him getting
overheated. After everyone ate and
bellies were settled, Arnie and her husband filled up a bucket/tote/plastic-ma-bob-thing
(I don’t know what the heck you call it plus it was pink, I don’t own anything
pink) full of water. Then they let all the kids pick out a water blaster and all of them participated in getting
soaked. Jackson was so excited, he
needed assistance with his blaster and he was making his fragile x sound,
“Eennnneeeewwwww”. I was worried the
other kids would stare at him or ask why he was making that noise, but they
didn’t even flinch. Everyone near the
water bucket was fair game, so I got soaked myself. All of the kids were having so much fun, I can still hear them all laughing. Jackson didn’t squirt any of the other kids,
he just liked getting squirted. After
the water game Jackson was getting fussy, so we left early to avoid any major
melt downs. Just before leaving the girls decided that we
were going to try to get together more often. We even discussed taking a road
trip to Kansas City for old time sake and to visit with Teri.
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| Arnie and I are getting soaked as we help the kids. |
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| Mmmmm....CORN |
Sunday was another great day. Sara’s brother is in town from L.A. so her
family planned a dinner. Jackson ate
corn from the cob and even did well holding it by himself. We got real excited for him; he loves that
positive attention although it doesn’t last long before he is throwing the cob
across the table. We also got to watch SNL with Mick
Jagger. It is always great to catch up
with Sara’s brother, especially hearing how his shows are going. How many Elvis Clowns do you know? The shows are entertaining to say the least.
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