Unplanned Parenthood

Awestruck Part 2: Playing with The Boys

I haven't said a whole lot about Randall here for complicated reasons that are probably more complicated in my head than in real life.  My ex-husband's family reads this and, as such, I've kept a lot to myself in regards to my personal life.  The truth, however, is that I still have a very good relationship with them and I can't imagine that they want anything except for us all to be happy.  Also, this is my space to write and to keep a record of my life.  Because god knows I never filled out that goddamned baby book.  Look, Jack!  It's your online baby book filled with 4-letter words and your mama's anxiety-ridden post-partum depression!  You're welcome.

The thing is, I am officially divorced, I have a great relationship with my ex, and he's remarried to someone I really like.  AND HOLY SHIT, WHO KNEW I WOULD WRITE THAT SENTENCE TWO YEARS AGO.  Not me, that's for sure, but man-oh-man am I glad I can write it.

And now that I've given myself the liberty to write about him, I don't know where to start.  I just...I love him so much.  We have a partnership that is based on mutual respect, love and a lot of communication.  He is so good to me, so thoughtful and kind and funny and stubborn and hard-headed and smart and handsome.  He's really good at coming up with goofy, alliterative names for objects.  He's a good tickler and cuddler.  He sucks at cooking.  He likes cherry candy.  He's not perfect, I'm not perfect, but so far we seem to be pretty close to perfect together.

And, he is so good to Jack.  Jack ADORES him.  Randall has more patience than me, plays better than me, he does a lot of things better than me and it really balances out my own parenting skillz.  We discuss the best way to tackle an issue, we work together.  He set up the whole schedule for getting Jack to sleep in his own bed again and was more than an equal partner in making it work.  Like, he did most of the work.  Fine.  All of it.

I am so thankful for this love that I've found and this relationship that we're building.  It is good.  Deeply, truly, sincerely good.

And now we're moving in together.  The four of us.  There will be bumps in the road, there will be a feeling of being unsettled and figuring out where we all fit in and how the schedule works, but I'm confident that we can do it together and that feels best of all.

 

 

Devil's Hole

(I mean, honestly.  Can there be a a name with more possible inappropriate connotations?  I'm giggling and I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY.)

R and I did an awesome eight (8) mile hike on Sunday in Las Trampas.  We hiked DEVIL'S HOLE.  (Really.  I don't even know why it's funny.  I am a 12-year old.)  The hike was much more challenging this time because we didn't have the munchkin with us (and were therefore able to travel more than 100 feet past the trail head), so we went up some burly hills while trying to hold a conversation and sound less out of breath than each other.  (I won.  Declared by: ME)

It's been raining in the bay area and the usually golden hills are a bright neon green.  It's a special time of year and doesn't last long, but the green is truly technicolor.

We hiked to the top of one ridge, where the wind whipped over the edge and directly through every piece of clothing we had on.  Aiiiieeeeee...

And then we made it to the very top.  Check me out, I am like Columbus.  (Except for the whole murder and displacement of an entire race.)

And then we hiked down the HOLE and had lunch and got a little shmoopy.

And then we did the robot.

Okay, R was the only one doing The Robot.  But he's definitely better at it than I am.

LOOK!  WEEN!

Introducing The Ween

Okay, fine.  You're all, "but if a 15 pound weiner dog can make the hike, doesn't that kind of make you a couple of pussies?"  Seriously, this dog was TUCKERED OUT at the end of this hike.

It was one of those absolutely perfect days for an outdoor excursion.  A little muddy, but 60 degrees, sunny, light breeze.  Doesn't get better than this.  Well, it might be better once Jack gets old enough to come with us.  For now: heaven.

Diablo

Today I am working from home, which is generally dangerous because it means I have really easy access to way too much coffee.  However, and most importantly, it's 9:35 a.m. and I am in my pj's.  I actually dropped off Jack at daycare and then came home and changed back into my pajamas.  Oh, yes.  I did.

This last weekend was amazing and perfect in a way that one can't plan.  Everything just kind of fell into place and worked out and we enjoyed ourselves immensely.

On Saturday we hiked Mt. Diablo and ate lunch by the waterfalls.  It was our one non-rainy day in a while and I'm glad we took advantage of it.  Also, by Monday I could still feel every muscle below my armpits.  It was a good hike.

 

Yes, that is him.  That is us.

We are insanely happy.

So there.