So the other day, hours after Tank Boy said he wished he had a white face like mine, McH came home from work.
“Hey Mr. White Face!” he greeted his father with a smile and giggles. “You’re a Mr. White Face, daddy. Hey you white face!” More giggles.
Obviously this white/brown skin thing was really on his mind that day. In retrospect, I wonder if this has come out because of all the time the kids have been spending in the pond. My pasty white daughters burn and freckle. I’ve really been trying to make sure we slather them with sunscreen, but still, they’ve gotten a good burn or two. Tank Boy, on the other hand, has gotten an amazing tan. So I know there have been offhand comments about how he’s lucky he doesn’t get red and burnt like his sisters and about how, someday, the sisters are going to wish they could get a good tan (this was in response to a comment A~ made a few days ago about liking the fact that she is pasty white).
Well, that is my best guess as to why this is suddenly on his mind. I don’t know of any kids who have said anything to him, but who knows?
Today we went swimming in a neighbor’s pool. I know, I know! What about the pond? Well, it has been unseasonably cool all season (thanks Al), so the pond is still rather chilly. It has to be really hot out for the pond to feel even slightly refreshing, and we have only had a handful of hot days so far. The rest of the time the kids were in the pond they were freezing, but didn’t care. Anyway, the neighbor’s pool is heated. Ahh . . . . bliss.
Anyway, anyway, anyway, point is: since the pool is heated, Quinn was actually able to relax and enjoy himself in the water. He splashed and smiled and babbled and lunged forward like he was trying to swim with the rest of them. It’s the first time I’ve seen him have actual fun in a body of water larger than the bathtub. I wish I had pictures, but with five kids and one parent I could hardly jump out of the water to get the camera while leaving the baby in the pool so I could take pictures of him enjoying it, you know?
Anyway, anyway, anyway, point is: he spent lots of time in the pool, with the water reflecting what little sunlight we had (darned clouds and intermittent rain!) back onto his skin, so hopefully he will soon be as brown as Tank Boy. Their forearms are pretty equally matched (which Tank Boy pointed out to me the other day after making the comment about my white face), but Quinn’s face practically looks pasty white Scappalachian next to Tank Boy. A few more days like today and maybe he won’t.
Now, let’s talk mattresses. Didn’t see that coming, did you?
Mr. White Face and I have very different sleeping needs. Our mattress kills my back. I wake up all bent over, feeling like I should be ringing church bells in France or something, if I sleep on that mattress. So I purchased a memory foam mattress topper and (cue angelic music a lighting) I slept much better and have since been able to get out of bed in a fully upright position EVERY morning. McH, on the other hand, wakes up in excruciating pain (well, maybe not excruciating) if he sleeps on the memory foam. He does okay on our mattress, though if he sleeps on it for longer than about seven hours he wakes up in pain. So our solution for the past several months (oh my word! I’m telling bedroom secrets on my blog!) has been to fold the memory foam topper over on itself so that it is solely on my side of the bed. This means I sleep about six inches higher than McH, who is just on the regular mattress and never sleeps more than seven hours per night, except on weekends, which are painful.
Now, I know what you all are wondering: “with a mattress arrangement like that, HOW DO YOU . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . co-sleep with the baby?”
Yes, well, the baby does sleep in his own bed the first half of the night. Once he comes into our bed, he starts off on my side, falls off onto McH’s side, and then goes through the drag on/fall off process repeatedly throughout the rest of the night. Unless I’m just too tired to care, and I leave him on McH’s side for the duration. (I busted out the measuring tape a while back, just trying to figure stuff out, not prove anything or anything, and my memory foam side of the bed is several inches narrower than McH’s side of the bed, so whatever. He can have the baby a few nights is all I’m saying).
Have I told you all this before? Have I asked for help before? I can’t remember. I’ve been quite distracted lately by things I can’t talk about.
Anyway, I can’t believe we are the only married couple in the world who need completely different kinds of mattresses.
Thoughts? Suggestions? Experiences?
We’ve thought about one of those Sleep Number beds, but: A. They are expensive; B. We are cheap; and C. We’ve heard their pieces parts that make them work the way they work? break.
We are considering switching to a king size bed and getting two different twin size mattresses to put in the frame, because two twins are the same size as one king, right? See, I really was just trying to figure stuff out with the measuring tape.
But then I hate to get such a huge bed to eat up my bedroom space when a queen size bed is perfectly big enough for us. As long as we each have our own blankets. (So now you all know we are not the romantic, snuggly type sleepers — more bedroom secrets! Gah!).
Anyway, what do you all do? What brother’s cousin’s sister-in-law’s boyfriend’s aunt’s neighbor do you know who has this same problem, and what did they do that worked wonders?!?! I must have answers because I’ve found bedding that speaks, no YELLS, to me (and bedding never even speaks to me), and it isn’t cheap, so if I’m going to not be cheap for once in my life, I have to have all the bed logistics worked out first so that I can make sure I have the right sizes of all the bedding stuff. Plus, I need time to plan and budget and whatnot.
Oh, who am I kidding? Once I have the bed logistics all worked out I’ll probably just take money out of savings or drop large hints to family members that they could contribute to my bedding fund for my birthday this year. Anyway, I don’t need all the sheets that go with it. I can get any old white sheets. I just want the duvet cover and some of the pillows and shams. And maybe the plaid blanket. Oh, and perhaps the bed skirt. But not the sheets. Definitely not the sheets.
I’ll figure out the bedding, I just need help figuring out the bed!
And George, if you’re out there . . .