A New Week

Last week at this time, we put Gavin in the bath and then down for the night. He was his normal self...healthy and screaming loudly, over and over again, for the last couple hours of his day. Then he went to sleep, and so did we. Fast forward to the wee hours of the morning, and we were up with him while he was getting sick, and it seems like we've been up to our elbows in vomit ever since.

Long week. Tuckered out.

So much love on one awful mattress. The good news is that I got the green light to buy a new mattress, so you don't have to hear me complain anymore!

After a day and a half at home with gallons and gallons of vomit and water-poo, we spent 24 hours at Scottsdale Healthcare Shea. I escaped on Friday and went to work, and afterward I met up with Sarah and Aaron to say hello and meet the twins, and then I headed to Yard House to see the girls. Steph came to town from Austin. It was a 10-year college reunion. Woohoo!

The rest of the weekend was great. I was so, so, so very lucky that Dylan was in town and that I could actually count on him being around. He took care of Gavin, who was mostly on the mend, while I ate, shopped, ate, drank, reminisced about college, ate, etc. with Kris, Jess, and Steph. So much fun, and just what I needed.

Dinner at Grassroots. The girls of 2302!

My sweetest man, pre-barf at Jess and Nick's house.

Mother's Day brought the family over to our house for brunch. We ate outside, and it was so nice. Maybe even the slightest bit chilly. Gavin gave me the cutest necklace of his handprint that he had made at Dawn's house, and from Dylan I was given beautiful flowers and a certificate for a massage. His way of telling me that I need to relax? Probably so, but I'll accept it all the same. I was also given some nice gifts from the parents and in-laws. I didn't really get into the hype of my first Mother's Day because wasn't becoming a mother my decision? And isn't it supposed to be my pleasure, and not something to which other people owe me their recognition and appreciation? (On that note, I wouldn't say it's always 100% a pleasure, or even close to that...but you get it.) Kind of like Valentine's Day...a little bit silly. I get loved on pretty good all year long, so the special holidays are not a big deal. Actually, though, it ended up being a really nice morning, and maybe I can get on board with the Mother's Day thing in 2015. Especially if it means I get a certificate for a massage.

Then it was time to head to Jess and Nick's for street tacos, and oh man were they good. But we couldn't round out the weekend without some more vomit. I think we passed the icky stomach bug to our friend, and then we witnessed a vomit volcano of formula and avocado from the wee one whose body had been operating in a healthy way all weekend until that point. We made it through and shared some final laughs and smiles with our friends before calling it a night. Gavin had a fine day today, and we are all in good shape. Here's to hoping it stays that way!

Going on an Ergo ride...the only cure to his late afternoon affliction. Because the screaming and crying and fit-throwing is way worse than having 25 pounds strapped to your back.

I am so ready to chill out with my little family while we still have a couple of guaranteed days with Dylan. Hooray for second-weekend!