We desperately needed to get out of our house.
Here's how a typical day of school was going:
James: "Dad, I don't understand what I'm supposed to be doing for this page."
Me: "James, we've been going over long division for two months. What don't you understand about it?"
Felix: "RRReewww...RRRAaAA...SMASH! The Hudson Hornet smashes into anudder car!"
James: "Felix don't drive your cars on me."
Owen: "I hate school and you can't make me do it."
Felix: RRewwww....SCCREEE!!! The Hudson Hornet smashes into Owen!"
Me: "Owen, don't hit Felix."
Potty training was a constant exercise in frustration. Felix wasn't sleeping. It was just time for a change of scenery. We booked a suite at the Embassy in downtown Buffalo, figuring that getting out of Rochester would force us to change our pace and have some quality family time. We knew that the pool was shut down because of COVID, but we figured that we would at least give ourselves a chance at it with so many amenities starting to reopen. I would leave my trumpet at home. J and I would sleep in late while the kids watched movies on the big hotel TV, and then we'd sip espresso in our pajamas. We would drink wine and get exotic takeout and work on puzzles together. Maybe, since there were two rooms to the suite, we could even have some "privacy" without being interrupted by a child pounding on the door. It was a lovely dream.
The kids got into the excitement too. James was excited to "live in an apartment for awhile." Owen was disappointed that it would only be for two nights. "I thought it would be for at least a couple of weeks!" And Felix kept repeating, "I hope that Josh Allen is excited to meet me." We explained that Josh Allen was probably visiting his family in California. "Oh," said Felix "then I want to stay in a hotel in California."
On Tuesday morning I urged the boys to do their school quickly so that we could be ready to leave for the hotel that afternoon as soon as our room was available.
Me: "Come on Owen, we just have to figure out which words are adjectives and which words are adverbs. What do adjectives modify?"
Owen: "Uhh...words that stand in place for someone's name?"
Me: "Well, you're describing a pronoun, and adjectives might modify a pronoun. But pronouns are part of a bigger class of words called...
Owen: "...words."
Felix: "RRRewwww...pakow! pakow! pakow! The Hudson Hornet is in flames!"
Me: "What about adverbs. Do you remember what sorts of words adverbs describe?"
Owen: "Nope."
Me: "Come on guys, we can't leave for the hotel until we get school done. James, can you tell us what kinds of words adverbs describe?"
James: "How, when, where, how often, and to what extent."
Felix: "RRrewww, RREWWW! Oh no, oh no!"
Me: "Well, those are some of the types of adverbs, but what sorts of words do adverbs modify?"
James: <staring blankly> "Maybe...describing words?"
Felix: <exasperated> "They descwibe verbs!"
On the drive out to the hotel James announced to J that he had a story to tell her. James' stories are literal epics. He composes them up in his room, and they involve characters from every subject and on every topic that he is even remotely interested in. He paces back and forth memorizing the entire tale (which usually takes about 2-3 hours to tell in its entirety) and then he recites it with zero inflection/pauses/emotional cadence as quickly as possible to J while they take a walk. He will only tell his stories to J, and it doesn't matter if she pays attention. He has to get it out of his system. If he doesn't get to finish it he remembers exactly where he left off and will resume the recitation from there at the earliest opportunity. But he's no good for anything else until he's downloaded it to her. ("James, you're going to pace a groove into your floor. James, you're standing in traffic!) He attempted to tell her a bit of the story in the car (it involved Julius Caesar and Cleopatra making a wager about whether she could build a magnificent temple, but somehow also involved Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the Mandalorian and Baby Yoda.)
The check-in at the hotel was very exciting. We folded out a luxurious fold-out sofa for the kids to sleep on, and ordered them a Domino's pizza. They argued (as they would each time we would ride the elevator) about who got to press the buttons, and then we found out that our Chromecast wouldn't be able to stream movies on the hotel TVs. (So much for the promises of watching whatever movies they wanted.) The evening ended with the kids pounding on our decidedly non-soundproof door, and me receiving a call at 9 PM instructing me to quarantine in place because one of my COVID tests was inconclusive.
Wednesday was a blur. My COVID test turned out to be negative after all. Felix spent most of the morning racing/smashing his matchbox cars around, and also spread LEGOS that we didn't even know he'd brought all over the floor of the suite. (J: "I swear these kids shed LEGOS like a dog shedding hair.") Owen watched superhero cartoons on TV in rapt stupor and wiggled a loose tooth. James paced restless and unending lines through the suite, periodically asking whether J was ready to hear his story yet or not. We fed them a boxed hotel breakfast of microwave waffles, cold bagels, and sugary yogurt. We got decent espresso from across the street and decided to do some exploring.
Owen immediately entered a furious sulk upon leaving the hotel room, and spent most of our time in the Broadway Market attempting to get lost on purpose. We did ride two escalators, through, and let the kids try cotton candy for the first time. (James: "It melts in my mouth in a funny way. Are you ready to hear my story yet?")
Then we went up to Delaware Park and had a picnic near a playground. Owen and Felix played on the playground while James finally offloaded part of his story to J, and then Felix announced that he had pooped in his diaper and that it had run down his legs into both his shoes. (He was telling the truth.)
I drove him back to the hotel to attempt to change/sanitize him, and then drove him back to J, who was trying to keep the other two from throwing rocks and sticks into the lake while she wasn't looking. Valet parking sounds like a real luxury, but it isn't helpful at all when you're trying to unload a three year old as quickly as possible, and then you need to hustle back to the park because your other children all need a restroom and everything is shut down due to COVID. So far it all felt like a typical morning, except with more downtown city driving. We tried to do a little walking along the trails, and ended up doing more scolding for playing near/throwing things into decorative bodies of water.
We drove back to the hotel to find them some supper.
Felix: "Daddy, what number comes after eleven?"
Me: "Twelve."
Felix: "And what number comes after twelve?"
Me: "Thirteen."
Felix: "And what number comes after thirteen?"
Me: "How high is this going to go?"
Felix: "I'm counting to one hundred."
Me: "After thirteen is ninety-nine."
Felix: "No it isn't. It's fourteen. What number comes after fourteen?"
Owen: "I KNOW! It's fifteen!"
We fed them hamburgers and fries on Wednesday night and set them up with the only kid-friendly movie that was showing on the hotel cable--The Parent Trap, which, fortunately, they loved.
That was the best part of the trip for J and I. We opened a nice bottle of wine (a 2013 Amarone) picked up some French food from a good restaurant downtown, (Owen, upon hearing me ordering, shouting in the phone: "HEY! DO YOU HAVE FOOD THAT'S GOOD FOR KIDS?") and had a romantic dinner beside our city-view window in our room of the suite while the kids dropped off to a late-night movie and gently fell asleep.
Just kidding, of course. They started pounding on the door to our suite as soon as their movie was over. Oh, and Owen's loose tooth came out.
We stopped by the Galleria on the way back to Rochester and attempted to upgrade our old/dying phones (turns out we aren't eligible for anything other than paying full price for decent phones, so we will stick to our old/dying ones) and to buy the kids new LEGOS on the basis of they want LEGOS and we are too tired to say no.
We had lunch at the Cheesecake factory, which was an interesting study in just how savagely three small boys can treat a basket full of complimentary bread. It's always interesting to see how these kids interact with the general public after a year in seclusion. James made part of his order request in Latin. Owen was astonishingly polite and well-mannered to the waitress when placing his order, but lost points when he opened the door to the women's bathroom, poked his head in, and yelled, "Hey, this is the ladies' room...there are ladies in here!" Felix sucked his fingers, crawled under the table, and mostly fell asleep on his Curious George. 10 PM movies are too late for three and a half year olds.
Was it a glamorous, once-in-a lifetime getaway? No. But was it a restful chance to recharge and slow down the pace for our family? Also no. But did we make some memories that will last a lifetime? I don't know if I'll remember anything else, but I know I'll remember to pack more pairs of pants for Felix in the future. (Maybe he'll be potty-trained by the time we do this again in ten years.)
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