Weekend: a story of poop, napping, and crying.

(Will has developed a penchant for holding and chewing burp cloths.)

Let's start with Friday, shall we? Friday Oliver dog was supposed to go to the vet and since I dare not attempt an outing alone with crazy dog and unpredictable baby, sister-in-law Becky took the morning off to go with us.

For some reason I felt the need to check to make sure husband had left us the car. He had not. I even reminded him the night before, even though this is one of few things that doesn't usually require reminding, something told me to remind him.

Husband decided to postpone Oliver dog's appointment and Becky and I decided to watch Gilmore Girls. Will decided to not take a good nap.

Here's something fun. So I'm finishing feeding Will and sit him on my lap to burp him and he feels this is a great time to poop. His diaper, however didn't have the same idea. I started to feel something warm on my lap. Lap is the polite way to say I got poop on my thinly yoga-panted crotch.

Thankfully Becky was there and I was able to yell for her to bring me some paper towels and remove poopy baby from me.

Decided to wash dirty dog stuff. Later decided to do that at a laundry mat from now on in order to leave the cleaning of ridiculous amounts of dog hair out of the washer and dryer to someone else.

Washed fur rug, now have a fairly clean dreadlocked rug.

Cute baby break

Saturday.
Saturday Will took a short nap before headed to Wakulla with friends to stake out the area for a wedding husband is helping Ashlyn shoot (as in camera, not gun).

I'm becoming a pro at nursing in the car by the way.

Husband climbed a tree.

I thought about what family vacations were like before amusement parks and before the interstate. Wished I lived back then. Tweeted about wishing I lived back then. Husband agreed to take quaint vacations to places like the springs.

We ate overpriced, terrible-for-you food while Will stared at Russ playing guitar and refused nap #2. Marveled at how Roslyn just falls asleep without assistance.

Nursed in the car again, baby fell asleep. Husband and I decided a diaper change was in order, baby woke up. Mistake? Baby fell asleep on the way home, made up for missed naps. We fell asleep too and were late for dinner.

Rapture did not happen.

Sunday.
More nursing in the car, this time with a very difficult dress. For which a safety pin had to be procured before church to avoid flashing more than the usual number of people. Ate at Mellow Mushroom. Husband decided it was the best pizza place we had been to, I said we hadn't been to many.

Went to Kohl's to try and solve the Sunday wardrobe issue. Was overwhelmed by the amount of stuff. Bought one dress for $18.

I decided I am the only one not amused by Will's ability to distinguish that I am not the one holding him, start crying, and then stop once he's given back to me. He also does this when laying in his crib, it's not amusing then either. Faker.

End with my view whilst writing this post on my phone.