Life at the Hall


It has been bliss to be home at my mom’s house since Fourth of July, the events of which I’m calling #SummerAtSugars because my grandmother (who lives with my mom) is called Honey, so now my mom is Sugar (and we have Honey and Sugar). As we prepare to return to Texas tomorrow, I must share my musings over the past few weeks.

1. There are the things that will never change about home and all the things that have changed about home, including me.

  • The BRO culture at Lost Dog Cafe is alive and strong.
  • Harrison Street playground is a kid’s happy place.
  • I’m not hip enough, me with my double stroller, to pickup a salad at Sweetgreen for lunch and I’m out of practice because I didn’t think to use the app to order until after I had meltdown kids on my hands.
  • Wegmans is officially no longer my favorite grocery story–the store is setup like a rat maze, the car cart was poorly designed and hella heavy to push around said rat maze, and I was beyond frustrated navigating a store which with I am no longer familiar amidst the million other lost souls.

2. Everything keeps coming up Texas

I know–this is sooo amusing.

  • While at the Air and Space Museum, the mother and son looking at the map of airports in the United States zoomed to Dallas, their hometown
  • I visited with our family friends the Moriarity’s–I’ve always known Tom is a Texan but now that actually has meaning
  • And I caught this gem while hopelessly lost at Wegman’s–Colgate Bookstore I’ve got more brilliant merchandising ideas for you…
  • But this is my favorite–Little Miss picked up this lady on the bus, who was flying home to Houston

3. Planes, trains, automobiles and any construction vehicle

  • Sugar lives across the street from the site of a tear-down middle of construction new home, which means the skid steer is very busy and there are many sightings of flatbeds and dump trucks.
  • Sugar also lives along the flight path to DCA so we can watch planes (one after the other after the other after the other, lots of air traffic) from her front or back yard, but the plane watching was much improved after the tree trimmers came and gave the Crape Myrtles a haircut (so was the level of effort required for pool cleaning).
  • I brought the kids on a schlepp and a trek to BWI to check out the observation deck there, based a lead from Aunt M. We drove to Union Station, took a MARC train to BWI, took the shuttle bus from the train station to the airport, and stayed at the observation deck watching airplanes for three hours…

…to then do the whole thing in reverse (but getting an Amtrak train home in the afternoon). There were so many questions and moving parts and things to see this day, and this conductor was more than happy to answer OJ’s questions about the Amtrak train (where is it going? where did it come from? why can’t we sit next to each other? and so on and so forth, just. so. many. questions).

4. Are they growing too fast or not fast enough?!

Little Miss has the stairs down flat. OJ learned how to play solitaire.

Baby girl still isn’t walking. He still isn’t potty trained. It’s never-ending.

5.  Firsts

I discovered my new go-to jam at Starbucks–it’s an iced cold foam capp and features the new strawless “sippy cup” lid. Love it.

Little Miss is now one.

OJ had his first pedicure. The women swooned over him. I cringed that they do not have a kids rate.

5.  Educational field trips

National Zoo

National Aquarium

National Air and Space Museum

But my most favorite part about #SummerAtSugars… are all the small, daily moments of living together that FaceTime cannot overcome. The other morning, I got Honey all of her things (coffee, newspaper, yogurt, pills, turned her reading light on) and she says, “you did good but forgot one thing–my 2 cookies.” Lord.

My husband tells me he can’t wait until we get home, which I think is bollocks because I would love to have the house to myself, and ALL THAT SLEEP. OJ is big into the countdown until we go home too–the “sleeps until” count is always too many because he tells me, “that’s such a looong time!” and that he misses his fish.

Today, the last day of our trip, while Little Miss was crying about nothing, OJ said to her, “It’s okay. WE ARE GOING HOME TOMORROW!” Here, watching the rain from Aunt M’s window.

Selfishly I want to stay here longer but we must go for all kinds of reasons but ironically I really need to get home so I can go to my college roommate’s Peter Pan-themed bachelorette party at Disneyland next weekend, so I must leave my Neverland. Please pass the pixie dust.

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