Mini-Meltdowns, Head Colds, Family, and Good Times

This is our life these days. It's not all bad, but having Dylan away is a real test of endurance (in D's words). I'm not doing myself any favors by counting down every single night that passes and calculating how many we have left. I'm sure it makes the time pass more slowly. Oh well. I'm sure it's worse to be him, living in a hotel room away from his baby.

Luckily we had a lot going on this past week. Happy hour with friends, happy hour with family, a lunch date at Nora's, time spent at the parents' house, family day at the Railroad Park, a baby meltdown in Fry's, and many, many spin classes. I had never really been a fan of spin. I get bored too easily. But when you can't run and you can't jump, it's the best thing for aerobic exercise (I think). So I've adorned my feet with cycling shoes, learned how to clip in, and saddled up. Baby G has really taken to the ladies in the nursery. He even treated them to a diaper blow-out, warranting an outfit change the other day. Thanks for saving me the trouble, G!

Speaking of the baby, he's come down with his first cold, which comes as a surprise to nobody. Though I do my best to keep things clean and wash my hands no less than 1000 times a day, it was bound to happen, especially since he's spent most days of the past week in the gym nursery. But that's okay...he's doing fine, and a little germ exposure is what healthy immune systems are made of, in my opinion. At the risk of sounding disgusting, I've been known to eat food that has fallen on the floor, and my body manages to stay pretty operational most of the time (knock on wood).

I'm a little distressed, and I don't know why.

Death grip on a green ring.

The happiest little hippie.

Being lazy and Nonna and Papa's house.

Baby's first trip to my old stomping grounds as a kid.

Family ice cream picnic. Aren't we wholesome?

I don't know Albert, but this is awesome.

Hey!

The Ra Dog says "This is my baby."

Joe says, "No, MY baby."

Precious face.

When he first started feeling crappy, he spent 90% of the day crying. We were hanging out with my mom and dad, and I think my mom was worried I would lose my marbles and came home with me that night for some back-up and emotional support. Now we are just dealing with a little stuffiness, but lots of naps and smiles. Aren't we lucky to have such supportive family?

We've got some stuff lined up for the week, and everyone is hanging in there. I hope you're enjoying the warm weather and getting your Thanksgiving plans together. I'll be glad when it cools off a bit again...we just came in from a walk and it was kind of HOT. Happy Veteran's Day, and a thousand thanks to our armed forces.