our weekend

 

 

 

 

 

Last week was just a two-day work week, so I welcomed the weekend rather quickly.  I was really excited because I got Saturday evening all to myself.  Since I hadn't seen my high school boys play basketball yet, I drove about a half hour away to the game.  It took place at the school where I taught my first couple years, so I ran into several families I knew and got caught up.  The eighth graders I had my first year are now SENIORS.  I was expecting to see my gangly middle schoolers and what I got was MEN.  Like, six foot tall, muscles and black leg hair!  It sounds funny but it really made me sad.  I actually had to hold back tears. 

You know why?  It got me thinking about my own son, and how he will be a little boy one day and the next he'll be a man.  Stupid time and its tricks. 

But it also made me look forward to the future in a way.  When all my children are in school and in sports and have social lives and sleep all night.

Then Sunday was our normal routine...church, lesson planning, family bonding time, and then mine and Jeff's weekend movie was Mean Girls.  Church isn't getting any better with Patrick.  It's really the only time and place he has "restrictions" on space, and he isn't having it.  He also discovered that there is an echo when he yells in his little baby language.  I've really never gotten too overly tense about it, I just let him be a baby (I mean he's 16 months old - what should I expect?) and we do the best we can.  Someday I will have a few more to look after and I'll wish for the days it was only him!

One of the main events of the weekend was turning Patrick's car seat around so that he is now forward-facing.  I was very, very hesitant about switching him around.  It made me nervous just thinking about it, but then I was even more nervous about his legs being smashed on the back seat if we were rear-ended (God forbid).  It was bothering me both ways, to the point where I was unable to sleep at night.  Finally, last week I knew in my gut it was time to switch.  Oh, the dilemmas of motherhood.

I know I know, you noms (non-moms) out there are going "GET ON WITH IT."  But just you wait!

Old Navy got to see us again this weekend.  Yesterday afternoon, Patrick woke up on the wrong side of the crib.  He wouldn't let me put him down, wouldn't let me sit, etc.  So finally I said "Okay do you want to go to Target and Old Navy?  Go shopping?  Go buh-bye?"  He said "buh-bye??" and got his shoes and off we went. 

The selection was a little disappointing but we ended up with a new Mama & Baby bag from Target and a new boatneck top from Old Navy.