This past weekend certainly had its challenges, BUT everyone
is healthy and we managed to have some fun so I’m calling it a win. I’m not even sure it’s worth discussing, but
since I recap nearly every weekend, I feel obligated.
Friday – S got a much needed haircut. He did really well and looked so
handsome. We decided to hit up one of
our favorite pizza restaurants for dinner.
This place happens to be A’s favorite and we have a tradition of going
at the end of the school year. I was
also starving so I was looking forward to it.
W complained that he didn’t want to go, he wanted to stay home and
play. I basically told him to suck it
up, buttercup, because mommy was hungry.
I reminded him that he could throw peanuts on the floor and there were
lots of animals (heads) to see.
Sidenote: I HATE hunting so not at all a fan of the décor, but the boys
don’t understand what they’re seeing yet and it’s the only thing bad about this
place. Anyway, we walked in and were
seated right away. Immediately W laid
down in the booth (which he often does) and puked all over me. As in jeans, shirt were covered. It came out of nowhere and I have no idea
what happened. I told A to take him
outside and A stood up grabbing napkins.
I think I yelled, “take him out NOW!”.
And A was a little offended.
Oopsie. But I didn’t want the
poor customers to have to see any more puke and I certainly didn’t want to be
puked on again. So here I am thinking
OMG, does he have the flu, heat exhaustion, pancreatitis?? What the heck is wrong with him? Obviously we left the restaurant and W
complained that his tummy hurt on the way home.
He fell asleep for a bit in his car seat. When we got home, I offered him a
popsicle. He ate it and then told me his
tummy needed another one to feel better.
Ok, fine (they were sugar free mini popsicles anyway). Ate that then told me his tummy needed
goldfish crackers to feel better.
Ok. Ate those. Meanwhile, A ordered pizza from a different
place. Once we had our pizza (2 hours
after arriving at the restaurant – did I mention I was starving?), W ate several
pieces and then asked for dessert. He
was totally fine. Still not sure what
happened. My best guess is he drank too
much water before getting in the car (liquids + travel are not a good combo for
him) or he was getting back at me for making him go to dinner. On a sad note, we can’t go back to our favorite
pizza restaurant any time soon because I’m mortified.
Saturday – soccer in the morning. W’s last soccer class and he barely
participated. I told him I was
disappointed in him for not trying and at the very least, I expected him to
listen to his coach. He was very excited
about the medal he received, though.
Sigh. After that frustrating experience,
we headed to Red Head Fest only to have it start pouring immediately upon our
arrival. We never even got out of the
car. Plan B was to head to Sweet Tomatoes
for lunch. W loves their soup and S was
happy until he decided he had enough – and then he was mad that he couldn’t get
out of his high chair. After that, we
decided to stop by Grandma’s G so that W could show off his medal and visit
Meiko cat. While there, S emptied the
dirt from one of Grandma’s pots and then W and S started going through her
cabinets, removing pots and pans and spices.
Geesh. That was our cue to leave.
Sunday – church and Starbucks. After that, we headed to the Cubs game. We actually arrived too early and by the
first inning, W was complaining that he wanted to go home. I’m happy we made it to Wrigley Field as a
family, but A and I decided no more baseball games with the kids. They get bored and restless and we can’t
really watch the game because we’re trying to entertain them. Way too expensive for 5 innings of
baseball. All things considered, the
boys were good and we had fun – until about the 5th inning. Then it was definitely time to go. Also the Cubs lost so we’re pretty sure the
boys are a jinx, or at least one of them is. J
Also, we had our dishwasher repaired last week. $260 and two days later it stopped working again. So there’s that. Nothing major, but not really the best
weekend either.
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