I hope you all managed to get outside this weekend and enjoy this beautiful Bama weather. I know that we did!
Thursday after work, Cohen and I headed to my Mom's to spend the night. Since Matt wasn't with us, I decided to let Cohen sleep in the bed with me rather than the crib in the back room. I knew this would mean less sleep for me, but I needed some cuddle time with my little man. Sometime in the wee hours of the morning I had that inevitable internal debate: get up and go to the bathroom, or suffer through the last hour of sleep. I don't know why this debate is necessary most nights, anyone knows that 20 minutes of peaceful sleep is way better than 20 minutes of "mind over matter, Katye, you do NOT need to go to the bathroom, go to sleep!". It was around this time that I felt some pressure on my stomach, and as the pressure increased, so did my sense of its source. My darling son had both feet on my stomach and was pushing down as hard as possible. I really should have thanked him, he ended the debate.
Friday was spent at Point Mallard with Mom, Josh, and Lexi. The kids were great, we really couldn't have asked them to be any better. We dragged them all over that water park, twice. Shout out to my SIL for telling me about the Puddle Jumper, those things are awesome. I can put Cohen in his and he can stay upright in the pool without me holding him. He loves the independence. We own two. Why? Seems like one should be enough, right? Well, yes, except when you're in Wal-Mart the night before you're going to the waterpark and realize the one you bought last week is at home. An hour away. So, now we have a back-up. At least, that's what I'm telling myself in order to feel better about spending $20, twice. After the lazy river, the wave pool, the kiddie pools, and the Olympic pool, Josh looked at his watch and realized we'd been at the waterpark for going on SIX hours. Little man was passed out flat the entire way back to Florence, the sign of a truly awesome day.
Saturday was spent much like Friday, we started at the splash pad and then made our way to the city pool. Props to the city of Florence, that pool is awesome and for $2 a person it cannot be beat. Cohen spent three hours doing his favorite thing, jumping in the water, swimming/floating to the ladder, dashing to the edge of the pool, jumping in the water, repeat. We got to spend most of the day with our friends, and it was a fantastic family day. Despite having no nap during the day, my child was well behaved, and that is truly a blessing!
I regained consciousness around 5:30 the next morning and started to panic. Why didn't my alarm go off? It's supposed to go off at 5:15! I can't believe I have to go to work today! I grabbed my phone and saw the most glorious thing emblazoned on the screen, "Sunday". The clouds did part and brought forth a choir of angels singing "Hallelujah". Our pastor delivered (I don't know why we say it like that, it's not like he put his feet up in those stirrups and gave birth to his sermon, I digress) a great message as part of his "Weeds" series, and we made plans with friends to do another round at the splash pad. After a wondrous nap, we scurried to the splash pad for a delightful afternoon of "did you see her hair, who wears a bathing suit like that, I've never seen a tattoo there before". Now, before you all go pointing fingers, let me assure you, that was all communicated via ESP, and I would never look down my nose at one of God's people. But seriously, sometimes, you just have to wonder.
After we'd had our daily allotment of sun, Matt grilled us a great dinner of pork chops, corn on the cob and asparagus. My son, my Cohen, ate all the asparagus on his plate first, asked for seconds, and ate all the remaining asparagus Matt had cooked before touching anything else on his plate. This, my friends, was our three-day weekend miracle.
Katye
Thursday after work, Cohen and I headed to my Mom's to spend the night. Since Matt wasn't with us, I decided to let Cohen sleep in the bed with me rather than the crib in the back room. I knew this would mean less sleep for me, but I needed some cuddle time with my little man. Sometime in the wee hours of the morning I had that inevitable internal debate: get up and go to the bathroom, or suffer through the last hour of sleep. I don't know why this debate is necessary most nights, anyone knows that 20 minutes of peaceful sleep is way better than 20 minutes of "mind over matter, Katye, you do NOT need to go to the bathroom, go to sleep!". It was around this time that I felt some pressure on my stomach, and as the pressure increased, so did my sense of its source. My darling son had both feet on my stomach and was pushing down as hard as possible. I really should have thanked him, he ended the debate.
Friday was spent at Point Mallard with Mom, Josh, and Lexi. The kids were great, we really couldn't have asked them to be any better. We dragged them all over that water park, twice. Shout out to my SIL for telling me about the Puddle Jumper, those things are awesome. I can put Cohen in his and he can stay upright in the pool without me holding him. He loves the independence. We own two. Why? Seems like one should be enough, right? Well, yes, except when you're in Wal-Mart the night before you're going to the waterpark and realize the one you bought last week is at home. An hour away. So, now we have a back-up. At least, that's what I'm telling myself in order to feel better about spending $20, twice. After the lazy river, the wave pool, the kiddie pools, and the Olympic pool, Josh looked at his watch and realized we'd been at the waterpark for going on SIX hours. Little man was passed out flat the entire way back to Florence, the sign of a truly awesome day.
Saturday was spent much like Friday, we started at the splash pad and then made our way to the city pool. Props to the city of Florence, that pool is awesome and for $2 a person it cannot be beat. Cohen spent three hours doing his favorite thing, jumping in the water, swimming/floating to the ladder, dashing to the edge of the pool, jumping in the water, repeat. We got to spend most of the day with our friends, and it was a fantastic family day. Despite having no nap during the day, my child was well behaved, and that is truly a blessing!
I regained consciousness around 5:30 the next morning and started to panic. Why didn't my alarm go off? It's supposed to go off at 5:15! I can't believe I have to go to work today! I grabbed my phone and saw the most glorious thing emblazoned on the screen, "Sunday". The clouds did part and brought forth a choir of angels singing "Hallelujah". Our pastor delivered (I don't know why we say it like that, it's not like he put his feet up in those stirrups and gave birth to his sermon, I digress) a great message as part of his "Weeds" series, and we made plans with friends to do another round at the splash pad. After a wondrous nap, we scurried to the splash pad for a delightful afternoon of "did you see her hair, who wears a bathing suit like that, I've never seen a tattoo there before". Now, before you all go pointing fingers, let me assure you, that was all communicated via ESP, and I would never look down my nose at one of God's people. But seriously, sometimes, you just have to wonder.
After we'd had our daily allotment of sun, Matt grilled us a great dinner of pork chops, corn on the cob and asparagus. My son, my Cohen, ate all the asparagus on his plate first, asked for seconds, and ate all the remaining asparagus Matt had cooked before touching anything else on his plate. This, my friends, was our three-day weekend miracle.
Katye
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