Where does the time go?

OK, yes I was in Myrtle Beach for almost a week, plus traveling, and I had to have my annual Memorial Day cookout, which was two days after we got home, but other than that there's no excuse for me not keeping up with this. My excuse is that I have a little guy on the verge of walking, so he's been keeping me busy. That's my story and I'm sticking to it!

Anyway, Eric did pretty good on the trip. We left at 5:30pm Friday, May 16...in hopes that someone would fall asleep shortly after he fed at 7pm. No such luck. Eric cried because he wanted to go to sleep in his own bed. The two of us played a lot of take mama's sunglasses off, give them back so she can put them back, repeat. I started putting them on the bridge of my nose and Eric would push them up, then take them off. He knew where they were supposed to be. Smart boy! And he would take, mainly the right, sock off so I could put it back on. Needless to say that one sock should be twice as long as the other one. He would get cranky off and on and he finally fell asleep about 9:50. We got to the hotel in Ashville, NC about midnight. I put him on the bed, he was awake, and was like "whoa, where am I? But this is pretty neat!" Got his pack n play set up, diaper changed, myself ready for bed and we all hit the hay. He went right back to sleep, thankfully!

Here he is on day one, in his jammers, so far so good...





Day two of captivity in the car seat...




I was up first the next morning. So, while the boys slept I went down and had some cereal, from the very small continental breakfast. Oh well, it's not like I eat much more than cereal anyway. I got Eric changed and fed while Paul out everything back in the van. It only took Eric about half and hour before he fell asleep for his morning nap, he slept about an hour. We stopped at Bojangles for lunch. A must when we head south! Eric flirted with the girl who cleaning the dining area. We stopped at a Wendy's to give him his 2pm feeding. Paul was doing the feeding while I was stretching my legs. I saw smoke and thought somebody was burning the burgers. Eventually workers and customers starting coming out. Some were asking if anyone had called the fire department. Yes, saw someone on the cell phone. A few minutes later firetrucks were showing up. I rinsed out the feeding tube, bottle and feeding syringe and said lets go before we get stuck in the parking lot. So, that was our excitement for the day!

Wendy's is smokin'!

Mothers Day

Paul had been out flying and arrived home earlier than I expected, which was nice. I was still in bed, Eric was awake. Paul got the wee one up when he finished changing and took him downstairs. I waited a few minutes before getting up, really didn't want to but we were going to my parent's for breakfast after Eric was fed at 9am. My boys were waiting for me with flowers, cards and gifts. I got a heart shaped locket from Daddy (need to get pictures for it) and a birthstone baby charm, aquamarine of course, from my baby boy.

Breakfast was good of course, blueberry pancakes and bacon. Mom thought she decided to be funny and told me she didn't get me a Mother's Day card. Let's just say I was pissed, I couldn't believe that she would forget. "After 40 years I just don't think of it." Say what? What does that have anything to do with this being my first Mother's Day. A day I have been waiting years for! She knows what this means to me. I mentioned the fact she didn't get me a card a few times. She finally gave me David's and their card.

So much for the two of us getting the day off, Mom still had to make the salads for dinner, I did help with that. Cook the spaghetti, David helped with that. I buttered and put herbs and garlic on the bread that David sliced. Mom did dishes. I helped clean up. She cooked and cleaned up breakfast. I think Dad owes her. Paul wasn't around, except to eat and feed Eric, both solids and formula. So, I did get a break from the solids feeding.

Here are pictures of my mom, Eric and I...



I do have to mention Mother's Day last year, even though I was not officially a mom, but Eric was born and we were just days away from learning about him and learning we were going to be his parents. When we arrived at the Lodge Alley Inn in Charleston, the man who helped me out of the van, (who was a very nice and pleasant guy every time he was around when we needed the van) wished me a happy mother's day. I just smiled and thanked him. In my head I was thinking, "I wish!" He didn't know I wasn't a mom. It was the next day when we missed the call from Carol about Eric. Then the next day we got the info on him. And the following we talked with his birth mom. Then the next day we learned she chose us to parent him. So, last years mother's day was the beginning for me!