Ok, I seriously need a vacation from all these busy
weekends. I mean they are good busy, but
whew, I’m exhausted. Also, the whole
gaining an hour of sleep thing is total crap when you have kids. Oh, and thank you for not attacking me when I
talked about everyone else being pregnant last week. I continue to wonder if those surprise
announcements will ever not affect me or not hurt. Maybe someday. Anyway, let’s get on to the weekend recap…
Friday, Nani took the boys to a local downtown
trick-or-treating shin-dig (for lack of a better word –sorry). Apparently they visited the bank and got to
see Papa and Uncle Matt at work. They
went in stores and had their picture taken.
I hear they were quite a hit. J
After that, I met A and the boys at one
of our favorite pizza places. The boys
were a bit antsy and I felt like I was shoving pizza in my face between
entertaining the boys and cutting their food, but we still had fun. A and I tried macaroni and cheese and bacon
pizza (SO GOOD), buffalo chicken pizza (spicy), the Frisco pizza (spinach,
tomato, and artichoke – YUMMY!!), and the Southwest chicken pizza (chicken and
salsa – also really good). The waitress
made a mistake so the buffalo chicken pizza was a freebie. Also, if you know A, you know that he is not
an adventurous eater. At all. He’s extremely picky. SO the fact that he actually tried these
pizzas AND really liked them is a modern day miracle.
Saturday was Halloween and it rained the.entire.day. So disappointing. W spent the morning either asking if it was
time for trick-or-treating or in time out.
Finally, it was time to head over to my mom’s house. The boys looked so cute in their firefighter
and Dalmatian costumes. They got some
goodies, visited the cats, and played for a bit. We also went to visit Miss Joan next door who
practically begged us to stay longer. I
felt bad leaving after a short time, but could sense that the boys were ready
to go and trick or treating in our neighborhood was beginning. W was super excited for
trick-or-treating. Since it was raining,
we only planned to stay out a short time.
We’d ask W if he was ready to go home and he’d respond “One more house.” Love him. J And he took his trick-or-treating very
seriously. He loved ringing doorbells,
but they were often a bit high for him.
He’d set his bucket on a step so he could really stretch to ring that
doorbell. But then he’d forget to pick
up his bucket and when the home owner came to the door with a bowl of candy, he’d
reach in and grab a handful – no matter how many times we told him that he wasn’t
supposed to take the candy. So funny. For some reason, everyone thought S was a
girl? I’m not sure why the Dalmatian
costume looked girly, but heard at least 4 “she’s” and “sister’s”. By the time we got home, W’s shoes and socks
were soaked through. L He fell asleep on the couch in a matter of
minutes. On the bright side, the cold,
rainy weather was a perfect excuse for our first fire of the season. And I’m thankful the boys got to go out with
Nani on Friday so Halloween wasn’t a complete bust.
Then Sunday, church, Starbucks, grocery shopping. Of course the weather was absolutely perfect
and gorgeous the day AFTER Halloween.
Gah. We were supposed to meet up
with the family at a pizza place (yes, we eat LOTS of pizza) at 3:30 to
celebrate my niece’s birthday. I asked W
if he wanted to take a walk before going for pizza. I warned him that we couldn’t be out too long
because we’d have to leave soon for pizza and Lucy’s birthday party. A stayed home to finish up some raking. So while we were out walking, I heard a bang,
bang, bang. It sounded like gun shots. I’ve heard them before and suspect that there
may be hunting somewhere nearby? Not
sure. I hate, hate, hate hunting, but I
digress… A few minutes later I heard
sirens. Pretty rare for our neck of the
woods because we aren’t really by busy roads.
W even asked what the sirens were and I told him it sounded like a
police car or an ambulance. We had been
out for about 30 minutes and I wanted to get home in the next 15 minutes so I
told W it was time to head back. Cue
meltdown. I’ve mentioned that he’s
obsessed with air conditioners. I have
no idea why, but he makes it his personal mission to find each and every one
that’s on. And even though our weather
is in the 50’s and 60’s, he always finds one that’s on. Again, I can’t explain it. These people must have skyrocketing
electrical bills. So W was very upset
when it was time to head back because he had not seen every last air
conditioner. “I DON’T want pizza,
mommy! I DON’T want to go back
home! I DON’T want to go to the
restaurant, mommy!” OVER and OVER and OVER.
SO after listening to W cry the entire way, I finally round the corner
towards our house and see an ambulance with lights flashing right across from
our house. Panic. At this point, I’m sure A has been shot (not
at ALL dramatic) and I’m practically running to the house with a completely
unphased, still whining W. I park the
stroller in front of our garage and run to the back yard to see if A is still
raking. Nope. Oh Lord.
All the thoughts running though my head… if something happened, he would
have texted, right? But what if he was
incapacitated and couldn’t text? Oh my
gosh… is he IN the ambulance? Why aren’t
the paramedics coming to get me? So I
get both boys out of the stroller and I’m practically yelling while trying to
remain calm, “I need to find daddy!” “Help mommy find daddy.” And W is still completely oblivious and still
telling me he doesn’t want pizza. I drag
W inside and start calling for A. A
comes out from our bedroom totally fine – as in not shot. And my heart started beating once again. I’m not sure what exactly happened, but I don’t
believe it was serious. The ambulance
was called for our neighbor across the street, but it didn’t appear that anyone was hurt, and their dog was outside a short time later. I, however, lost years off my life after that
little episode. We eventually made it to
pizza where both boys slept through dinner.
Sigh. :P
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