My first official Mother's Day didn't go as any of us expected. It turns out, the very person that caused us to celebrate the day in the first place (ahem, Gabe) was the one who threw the wrench in all of our plans. Motherhood at it's best, I suppose. Anywho, this past week, Gabe had come down with another cold. Since I can't blame daycare, I blame the weather. One day we're sunny and 85, the next it's a rainy 50. With his wee little immune system, he doesn't stand a chance. Luckily besides the river of snot flowing from his nose, his demeanor hadn't changed and he was pretty happy-go-lucky. Then came Saturday, we spent the evening at my goddaughter's First Communion party...where she looked so so pretty (and just like her daddy, Gabe's godfather).
Anyway, Gabe's mood finally turned. See look above. It all went downhill from here. Snot + tears = a big ol mess on my shoulder. Anyway, we brought him home, put him to bed and headed to bed early ourselves, exhausted from dealing with his clinginess all afternoon. Unbeknownst to me, this was actually the first part of John's Mother's Day plans to go awry. He was going to be sending me over to our guest house for the night with a new book and I wasn't going to come back until breakfast was made for me. But since Gabe was sick, John knew I needed to be here so those plans went out the window.
We got our first wakeup call at 3am via a screaming baby. I woke up, fed him and went to put him back to sleep. Only he decided he wanted to stay up and crawl around. Ughhh. Luckily John took him and went downstairs, letting me finish out the night in a deep sleep. However, when i got up at 8, there was none of the breakfast waiting for me since John needed to get some sleep himself. So I took over and me and Gabe hung out for awhile until John woke up. We decided to grab some Panera and go on a picnic. I grabbed our red & white picnic basket and had visions of a cutesy photo shoot in the grass. Well every park we went to was packed and by the time we found one that wasn't, Gabe had fallen asleep. So we ate in the car out of the brown bag.
We waited for Gabe to wake up and we headed over to the playground. The poor kid was a classic dirty baby with dried snot and drool all over but since I'm constantly attacking his nose with wipes, I let him alone for a few minutes.
He humored us by going on the swing for a few...
Oh and to add to the dirty baby syndrome, he's got a sweet little bruise on his forehead from having a collision with the tv. I should probably get used to that right?
Then he went down the slide for the first time. Of course, this playground is all new and wussified. I need some hot metal swings and slides baking in the sunshine like when we were kids.
But really, he wanted nothing to do with it.
Saddest kid on the playground.
Luckily I got another break when we got home while the boys went to the grocery store and I hung out with the Real Housewives of NY. I was able to watch an entire episode while lying still on my couch. It was real nice. And so was dinner. John cooked me his signature dish, Chicken Saltimbocca and homemade ice cream sandwiches for dessert. So while the day didn't go as planned, I got to spend it with my two dudes and that's pretty much all I can ask for. Besides a parade.
and a vote :)