Our weekend started out a bit crazy. Olivia woke up throwing up again on Friday (for the third time in a month) and B had to stay home with her. Not sure why this keeps happening, but I think it’s possibly a) two year old molars causing her to have a lot of saliva that’s causing her tummy to get upset or b) a food allergy. I just can’t imagine that she’s gotten a stomach virus three times in one month. That doesn’t seem right at all. Plus, she only throws up two or three times and then she’s perfectly fine for the rest of the day. Not to mention that none of us have ever gotten sick after she has. Whatever it is, it needs to stop because B and I have missed a lot of work because of it!
Anyway, when I got to work Friday morning my mind was already spinning, and then I got a text from my sister-in-law saying that she thought she might be going into labor! (You can see their baby shower that I threw back in December here.) Sure enough, an hour or so later I got another text that her water had broken and that she was definitely in labor. I had the hardest time concentrating at work after that because all I wanted to do was pay attention to baby updates.
I managed to make it to the end of the day, I picked Jacob up, and then he and I headed to Chick-fil-A and Cracker Barrel to pick up some dinner and take it back home. Olivia had been fine for quite some time by then, but we didn’t want to take her out to eat and risk her getting sick in the restaurant, so we enjoyed a quiet evening at home that included an early bedtime for the kids. B and I watched Dirty Grandpa and it was really funny. Super crass, but really funny. All the while, my sis-in-law was laboring away and the baby still wasn’t here yet.
Saturday morning I awoke to the news that the baby was still not born because things were progressing so slowly. Jacob had back to back birthday parties at a local gymnastics place, so we headed over there at noon. For the first party he just flat out didn’t want to participate. I don’t know if he was being shy or what, but he wouldn’t go near the foam pit or trampolines or anything, and he would barely even talk to his friends. Finally, at the end of the first party he joined the kids for cake and presents and then by the time the second party started he was all warmed up and ready to go!
They did some warmups on the mat, jumped in a big foam pit, jumped on some trampolines, and then they ran down a long trampoline and went through an obstacle course. They rounded out the party by playing with a big parachute and then had cake and presents… again. Jacob participated in every single activity for the second party, so it was really bizarre that he wouldn’t set foot out there for the first one. #KidsBeCray
During the party I was texting like a madwoman with my brother and my mom trying to get the scoop on the baby, and finally, at 2:07 PM after 30 hours of labor and no epidural, my very first nephew on my side of the family came into this world. Mommy and baby are both doing fantastic. It’s killing me that they’re a thousand miles away and I can’t snuggle that sweet little thing, though. We’re hoping to fly out there to see him sometime in the next few weeks, though.
Anyway, Saturday evening we decided to skip church and go out for a very early dinner since Jacob was so worn out (and sugared up) from two birthday parties. We went to one of our favorite local restaurants downtown where I had a glass of wine and my favorite salad of all time – their spinach and strawberry salad with steak tips. Oh, it is to die for. After dinner, we headed down to the river where they were having a beer and burgers festival. There was live music and the place was packed. We let the kids play on the new playground and then we took a walk down by the river. We ended the day with frozen yogurt before heading back to the car. B and I watched another movie – Train Wreck – to finish off the night. We’re on a roll with the movie watching!
Sunday we had lunch with B’s fam and the kids had fun with bubbles on the trampoline in the back yard. Then Sunday evening Brian’s dad and my brother (not the one who had the baby) came over for pizza for dinner. We Skyped with our other brother and sis-in-law so we could see the new baby and we played frisbee, blew bubbles, and played in the back yard. It was a perfect evening... aside from the two cranky babies at the end of the night. Womp womp.
Any weekend that we gain a new family member is always a good weekend! I just cannot believe that my baby brother is a daddy. Congratulations, Zachy and Cheryl! We love y’all so much!
Have a great week, everybody!
*Linking up with B Loved Boston for Weekending.