Our past weekend was super laid back. Nothing too fancy. Nothing too spectacular. In truth, it was a slower weekend…full of pauses, sleeping in and doing nothing but chasing after our 1-year-old (who has taken a special liking for hitting people).
On friday, I made dinner. I know. Pick up your jaw off the floor and continue reading mom.
I made fish (the recipe wasn’t fantastic although it did look good for the photos)…and rice.
I even set the table for Independence weekend. I know. Go me twice in one night! When do they hand out the trophies for awesomeness?!
Lately we have been trying to eat a little healthier. And when I say “we” I obviously mean “Jeremy” and when I say “healthier” I obviously mean “less ice cream and more meats”. Long story short…it is not safe to be a can of tuna in our house.
I hung up the pennant flags – leftover from the old teacher baby shower & Will’s birthday party.
I also made this wreath. I saw one like it on Pinterest and decided to copy. Mine however is held together with straight pins so that if I get sick of it, I can take it apart without ruining my little fabric flowers.
Friday night we went to a local town called Monroe to see a band. The town hosts a First Friday concert each month and we are loving it…mostly because Friday nights have lost all meaning. I am still waiting for TGIF to come back.
When we walked up, I totally hugged Jeremy’s back. It was so quintessential and quaint. The band was set up on the stage in front of the courthouse….10 year old boys were playing touch football in the street….teenagers were huddled together with their giggles and their ice cream cones….I swear a little girl ran by me waving a mini flag and said “GOD BLESS AMERICA!”
I don’t remember the name of the band…but I do remember that they were ‘all the waaay from Ne-ah York City’. That’s exactly what the little announcer said with her country twang.
We found a bit of grass and set up camp.
Will didn’t like my fish….I found that out when I spooned a bit into his mouth. Miliseconds later drooly fish bits were running down my shirt as Will clawed at his tongue. Subtle kid, that Will.
My parents both came to meet us too. Mom has this way of getting Will to eat. I don’t know how…but she does it.
Will on a mission. My guess? Ice cream. Or he sees someone hit-worthy.
Jeremy broke his diet rules and indulged in one of these…and I don’t normally like Root Beer (when I drink it, I imitate Will eating tilapia)…but this was actually pretty swallowable…I think the cold bottle made a difference.
On Saturday, we had a little playdate with Ethan at Chickfila…
A little girl came to us and told us that he was ‘spreading germs’. Jules (his mom and a health teacher) ran in to see what was going on. Drool. Very germy drool.
Will has started hitting other kids too. I don’t think he realizes that Ethan could take him out. Once Ethan realizes that…Will is going to probably need body armor.
Later that day, we were waiting to meet my folks for dinner – so we stopped in the bookstore to waste a few minutes.
Quite literally – Will is not interested in ANY books. In fact, he got more joy out of my lens cap than when I tried to show him a book that LIGHTS UP AND MAKES NOISE. It was like a television…in a hardback…and he was like “MOoommm….do you honestly think that will entertain me because you aren’t even letting me throw it at you?!”
On Sunday after church and the following picnic (where Will refused to eat and he just wanted to throw things)…my parents had a cookout.
God bless my mom. There were going to be 8 people. And we talked her into making only HALF the hotdogs. Because surely the sun would stop burning if we ran out of dogs.
On the non-sarcastic side of things…I do appreciate her not running out of food. Because, well, I like to eat. A lot.
We also had the priviledge of meeting a new family – here’s their little guy Dreise. He’s pretty much awesome. And I asked him if he would like to babysit Will. Since he’s got at least a year on our Spike, he’s pretty much qualified. Dreise ran away…so I am taking that answer as he’s thinking about it.
Will in his new Fourth of July shirt.
That night we decided to give him a bath before bed…just look at those red-lined eyes! And he’s not even high!
New development – he figured out how to climb out of the deep soaking tub. I knew it was coming. I was dreading it. But now, I figure he can pick up all the toys he throws out of the tub while I can blog.
On MONDAY….longest post ever….
we went to Jules house to swim…and eat…and watch fireworks.
This was actually Jeremy’s first time swimming with Will since our Florida vacation…and Will loved having him there.
Did you see that face?!
I think it is because Jeremy doesn’t let him go under. I totally do. I figure he spent 9 months in a sack of water…this whole swimming thing should be second nature.
I think my darling boyfriend had just as much fun as Will.
And about half way through is when Will started.
Started what? you may ask.
Started being Will.
And that is why I have only this one photo to prove that food was actually served.
The rest of the time we were chasing around the Tinkler….removing his fingers from people’s eye sockets and trying desperately to get him to eat something.
After six or so hours of that came the fireworks.
We didn’t do any sparkler spelling…but we did get this one photo.
Note to self – uplighting on my face = mugshot photo.
Will loved the fireworks…and would stare and stare.
And the big ones? the ones that have the giant booms? Well, apparently they are like soothing to Will…
because he fell asleep.
That’s Jer holding Will…under an umbrella…because it was RAINING….while we watched the fireworks. (don’t be deceived by the lighting – it was pitch black out!)
In the end, I didn’t get to run around getting cute photos of Will waving flags and eating hotdogs or even playing with old friends. But that’s life, right? Sometimes holidays are hard…sometimes your baby sends projectile fish chunks down your shirt…sometimes they don’t eat, don’t listen and don’t stay awake to enjoy the thing you kept them up WAY past their bedtime for…
and that is life. and that is okay.
And that is what freedom is all about. You never know what you are gonna get…but having the choice to enjoy it is part of the joy of freedom. I for one am very VERY thankful for that. And thankful that there is next year. BECAUSE DANG if I am not gonna do it up next year…