Fiascoes and Fun

Sofia literally painting her nails

It's been a fun and full few weeks of beautiful weather, visitors coming to town and first communion. The last is something I know very little about which was painfully obvious through the whole process, but it was surprisingly nice. Last Tuesday Carlos pulled a classic Carlos move and told me for a month that he had reserved the apartment for some family friends coming to town. At 6pm while I was at Charlie's baseball game in Anacostia I decided to confirm for the 500th time that he had the cleaner come and put the keys in the mailbox. "Oh, no - I thought that was for tomorrow. The apartment is full tonight. Sorry" "BUT THEY ARE ALREADY PAST BALTIMORE AND I'M IN ANACOSTIA!" "oh yeah, sorry." I called every fellow airbnb person I knew and every hotel in the area only to come up short. Meanwhile Sofia had to go poo with no bathroom in sight. Of course. I rushed home to meet our homeless guest and sent her on a walk around the neighborhood while I picked up the guest room which was littered with kid sleepover mess. It all worked out well and turned out nice that we were able to catch up over a glass of wine.  The next day Mandy and Toby arrived within 1 minutes of when Pam and Kenny left. We switched sheets and they headed out for some adventures. Toby and the boys had a lot of fun playing - especially spying on some not very exciting victims and taking in their first Nats game of the season.

A couple of hours after Mandy left Erica and her family arrived for the weekend. In advance of a big birthday this summer I've been trying to get people into town so I can spend time with old friends and Erica was nice enough to oblige. With one very, very sweet kid (Bodhi) they for sure thought we were crazy. Sofia pulled her usual tricks and wouldn't share even a truck she had never before been interested in. After a rainy start to the weekend we had a beautiful Sunday and took a bike ride down to the Lincoln Memorial and then to Yards Park where we left Erica and Sam to run to First Communion.

Some one from the church came to talk to us the previous weekend in advance of First Communion and was visibly shaken by my very brief response to her question about my relationship with God. I hate to disappoint people, but I also can't possible lie to someone from the church. Without knowing what to expect I really enjoyed the ceremony and Charlie was so proud of himself and of his suit.  It felt like a rite of passage even if not necessarily in the way it was meant. We were taken in by Ian's family afterwards to celebrate and who opened our eyes and tastebuds to a phenomenon of chocolate ravioli. Deliciousness.

Sofia remains a force to be reckoned with but also increasingly pleasant. She still leaves every friend's house in a screaming fit, but in between she is charming and affectionate. She is famous on the Brent playground among the PreK 3 and 4 girls. I can't say that she is widely liked, but she sure is well known for not actually going to school there yet....

Diego is forever my bag of sugar who will still surprise us sometimes with his sweetness. He'll randomly ask us how our day was or thank me profusely and in the most genuine way for a cup of water. He plays the card too because he'll start crying and we automatically get mad at Charlie or Sofia even if Diego instigated the fight. I also love that he loves his pottery class. He complains about going to almost any class, but not pottery.