This is how great my weekend was

Before I begin, it wasn’t a BAD weekend. It was just… challenging. But even a challenging weekend is better than the average weekday because, hello! It’s the weekend! Weekend’s rock. Weekends mean sleeping in a little longer (hey, even a half an hour is something), cups of coffee sipped while watching some goofy movie on TV, talking on the phone to my parents, running around town with my family, McDonald’s french fries and going to church. I always miss the weekend when it’s over. While I may not miss THIS particular weekend, I miss the concept. So anyhow, here are the highlights:

Kile really wanted to go out to dinner this weekend. He tried Friday but I hadn’t taken a shower all day (oops) and wouldn’t leave the house unclean as I was. He ended up running to McDonald’s with the boys to get some completely horrible-for-us food that tasted absolutely fantastic. I love that he knows without asking me that I like the strawberry drink there when I’m pregnant. He also gets points for taking Liam with him even though that mean his arms were doubly full (our driver’s side window won’t roll down anymore for some reason so there was no going through the drive-through, he had to go into the restaurant to get the food).
There was the whole drama with the perinatologist appointment. My favorite part, however, was when I left the office and called Kile that I was done and needed to be picked up (they don’t allow cellphones in that office either, so I couldn’t call him sooner), he didn’t answer. And he didn’t answer for the next 20 minutes either. Turns out, they’d gone in a store and he’d left his cellphone in the car. D’oh! Kinda defeats the purpose, don’t you think? Lucky for him, I’m used to waiting.
We went to the mall after that and Liam was dang near a JOY (sarcasm intended). He’d had a measly nap that morning before we left the house, just enough to get him good and crabby. Doesn’t help that he’s putting through his incisor teeth right now too. He didn’t want to ride in the stroller (it doesn’t have the 5 point restraint, remember?), isn’t too coordinated enough to walk on his own yet, resisted being held and was a general pain in the arse. Didn’t stop us from shopping, though. I got another pair of maternity jeans (much needed since that’s essentially my wardrobe right now) and some long sleeved maternity shirts to replace the two that got ruined in the wash when Kile put his pants in with a pen in the pocket. The shirts are slim-fitting enough I can wear them post-baby with no worries but long enough to cover the panels on the jeans. Great for layering! We also did a little shopping at Children’s Place, where the sale was so insane we simply had to purchase a sleeper for the new baby and a pair of absurd ballerina shoe style socks. What? They were ADORABLE.
After that, we went to Babies R Us to do some research. I wanted to fiddle with my Graco Quattro Tour Duo some more. They didn’t have any of the other strollers though. I took the Graco Safeseat and figured out how to install it into the stroller. Good thing I did, I learned you can’t really put it in the back with a child riding in the front (pushes into the front seat too much). It worked MUCH better with the carseat in the front seat and Liam riding in the backseat. He enjoyed the test-drive around the store from the second seat, which was good because I was concerned he’d be annoyed with the restricted view (he’s always enjoyed sitting in that stroller in the front seat). As crabby as he was, I took that as a glowing endorsement. They were also having some sort of store-wide baby shower so they had cupcakes for us to enjoy. Which we did. Liam enjoyed his so much that he got it into his hair. Of course. Anyhow, the long and short of it is I am more sure than ever the Quattro Tour Duo is the one for us. It’s bulky, and hard to lift, but folding it up is a piece of cake and once you get used to how to work things, is pretty simple to operate. As with most strollers these days, there’s a learning curve and I’m looking forward to learning it.
That night, Kile still wanted to eat out. Liam needed to lie down for a little as he was still being a full-on turd. And I am sad to report that he never did fully snap out of it. We chose to eat a new pizza and grill that opened up very close to our house. We’d been waiting for this place to open up since we have virtually NO shopping or restaurants near our house. I’m not sure how long this place has been open, but apparently not too long as they still didn’t have their credit card machine working. So Kile had to get money out via the ATM to pay for our pizza. Which, apparently, was quite expensive. Kile felt a bit better when the pizza was delivered and was roughly the size of Rhode Island and tasted like heaven. It was SO GOOD. Of course, since it was so large that we could hardly dent it and had more than half of it left over. Kile went to put it in a to-go box and somehow the pizza tipped off the stand it was on and half of the remaining pizza went right on the floor. Well, this put Kile into a right state. He was so upset. I tried to assuage him, telling him at least we got half of what was left in the box, we’re not leaving empty-handed. Still, it’s little consolation to a penny-pinching man like him.
Sunday, after church, we went to Sam’s Club. We tried out their hot dog combos and pizza slices. Very affordable and very tasty and ended up being the perfect lunch. We looked around afterward, as we had some time to kill before going to a baby shower. Our king-sized mattress was still there and we laid on it just to affirm that, yes, this is the perfect bed for us. Kile promised me we would get it after we get our tax return this spring. So, Internet, you have to help me hold him to it. He promised, after all. Of course, he also promised to get the stroller and carseat with the tax return too. I’m not sure how much he thinks we’re actually going to get back but I think he’s being awfully optimistic. Of course, I wouldn’t mind having a decent bed to sleep on RIGHT NOW because every night on that thing we have is TORTURE. GAH.
Don’t even get me started on the whole Baby Gate Fiasco.
The shower went well and we had a great time. I’m so excited for my friend, as I’ve known her practically since birth and this is her first child. She’s only 36 weeks along but she doesn’t expect to make her due date (already contracting now and then and dilating) so I hope to get The Phone Call any day now.
We stopped by Walmart afterward to pick up some necessities. Liam behaved about like you’d expect. I made sure to purchase plenty of sweet yummies for me to stash in the ottoman next to my chair. This baby has a serious sweet tooth, you know.
Liam fell out of his high chair last night. About gave us a freakin’ heart attack too. Best we can figure, he’d finished his dinner and we were a little slow on fetching him out of his chair. He had tossed his cup down on the floor and decided to go after it (Kile swears he heard him say “Cup” before he fell, which is his indication that he would like his sippy cup). Apparently, the shoulder restraints on the 5pt harness weren’t secured tight enough because he was able to wiggle out. This child will, I kid you not, be the death of me. He’s fine, no lasting affects. We gave him a bath and put him to bed and he was right as rain (I checked on him a couple times in the night, just to be sure). Please tell me that Evelyn will not be such a daredevil. I need to hear it, even if it isn’t true.