powerless

so my plan to blog yesterday about fathers' day weekend and a short trip to the shore and more fun stuff went out the window when the storms blew through my little corner of delco, knocking out power to my home "office" as well as gobbles' daycare a few miles away.  18 hours later, i sit here in my parents' house, child sleeping in the pack and play, making frantic plans with my husband to salvage the meat in our freezer, the beer in our fridge (priorities people), and get our puppies to their weekend destination, our fabulous boarder, the hippie lady.  

oh and at some point pack for camping and make food for the other 30 people who will be there.  camping with a six month old?  we'll see how that turns out when the weekend is over! 

in the meantime, highlights from the last week.

fathers' day:

hubs' first fathers day was anything but typical, as he returned from the bachelor party i mentioned last week with a fresh hangover and word that the strippers were not as laughable as he thought they'd be.  sigh of relief. 

my husband has never been an early riser, and though i have always been a planner, ever since gobbles arrived my life has been last minute this and that.  the fathers' day gift was no exception.  i woke up sunday morning anticipating i would have all day to get this gift together, so imagine my surprise when i got a phone call at 9:30 from hubs saying he was an hour from home. 

yikes.  i rushed gobbles into his cute little too big outfit and out into the 90 degree heat in the backyard.  the trend for a first fathers day gift, as done by just about every new mom on the bump where i'm ashamed to admit i sometimes lurk (h calls it "the crazy birds who have nothing better to do"), was to be a three picture series, spelling out D-A-D.  with little time left, i had to get this done in one take.  with cardboard letters.  yea, a little sloppy.  and, my little boy had other plans, namely, he'd rather be napping.  so, if i did make it in time to printing out these pictures, here's what daddy would have gotten:

Fathers Day Gift = FAIL.  Luckily, hubs is a good sport and was happy with a lovely card and the promise that he can dry age an expensive piece of meat (porterhouse maybe?) in our fridge and have himself a feast when we have a free weekend.  Since we have plans the next couple weeks, this gift was put on hold.  And score one for procrastination because this steak would have been ruined anyway with today's power outage.

next up, the beach:

since giving my notice, i've been doing minimal work, just finishing up a few reports and doing a lot of administrative stuff. therefore, i've taken full advantage of my "working from home" and decided i could "work from the shore house my mom rented to have her week of peace and quiet after school lets out".  have i mention my 60 year old mother teaches first grade?  we bust her chops a lot about it, since she's always complaining about the twenty-five 6 year olds have have no discipline and annoying parents, but i really do think it's admirable that she puts up with all that crap. 

anyway, i decided that a quick overnight to the beach would be just the way to unwind.  but wow do babies require a lot of crap. after like 3 hours of packing (for a 24 hour trip), we were on our way.  after we got there, grandma took care of gobbles while i took care of a few conference calls, then it was off to the beach.  gobbles seemed quite happy to try on his swim trunks and get his sunscreen:

But after getting to the beach (well should i say, lugging child, a blanket, two chairs, toys, diapers, extra sunscreen, towels, a beach tent, and 2 cameras), he decided all he wanted to do was sleep.  again.

seriously lady, enough with the pictures!

After two hours of enjoying a beach snooze, gobbles woke up and we felt obligated to introduce him to the ocean. which was a little too cold for his toesies.  he wasn't even in long enough for a picture.

aww mommy's done torturing you. for now.  ok maybe not.  one more pic from back inside the tent:

Coulndn't you just photoshop me?  I look superimposed on here anyway!

Beach = FAIL.  

The next morning, I finally finally got to use my jogging stroller as intended.  To jog!  With my boobs finally down to a sports bra-fitting E cup, I ran for the first time, and it was glorious.  It was a little awkward with the stroller, not pumping my arms, so I opted to push with one hand and swing my other.  This made for a nice arm workout too trying to keep the stroller in a straight line.  Granted, I only made it a mile an a half (and it took about 15 minutes, lordy!), but it felt fantastic.  I can't wait to make this part of my routine now.  And I think Gobbles actually enjoyed the ride.  A first for this blog post :)