This past weekend was a great weekend. What I think summer is all about. I spent every waking second with my little boy and just awed at everything he has become, all of his funny habits and nuances. We didn't really have any set plans but things kind of just fell into place and we had fun every second of it!
It sucked hubs was pretty busy at work through Saturday night, not getting home until well after midnight for days, but Gobbles and I managed to find our own fun. Thursday night (the start of my weekend) we played outside with a giant exercise ball. He tried to lug it around the yard and throw it at the puppies. It's pretty heavy and every time he attempted to pick it up he'd let out an
ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
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| Balllllll! |
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| Tired puppy from being chased by the giant BALLLL!!! |
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| You may have escaped the ball my Spoonsie Bear, but there's no escaping my bottle brush grooming skillz! |
Friday morning we had a playdate with Gobble's bffs Lil Buddy and latest addition Moosh. I could tell my man was excited to see his boyz by the way he danced around the house singing
Mickey?! Mickey?! during breakfast. I prepped him on his first experience with a young one, telling him how we're going to see the BABY! how exciting to meet the baby! Though he repeated everything I said with enthusiasm, I did not get that same reaction upon our arrival.
As soon as we got to Cawola's and I scooped up the baby for a hug, Gobbles turned into quite the jealous nancy. Big crocodile tears rolled down his cheeks until I scooped him up with my free arm and rocked both kids together. The tears didn't stop until Moosh was out of my arms. Boy oh boy we've got a lot of work to do over the next 6 months!
Lil Buddy and his momma arrived pretty soon after and the three of us and our sons had a grand time just being mommies. We still chatted the same like we always do, but half the time we were not in the same room let alone looking at each other as we spoke. We were all concentrating on what our own child was doing - feeding their snack to the dog, running around playing with toys, or crying out for some momma milk.
Gobbles eventually warmed up to Moosh (as long as he wasn't in my arms) and even went as far as helping the little guy out. As the baby spit out his pacifier, Gobbles jumped up
Oh noooo! and promptly shoved the paci back in Moosh's mouth. Of course this caused him to start crying, but I know my son's intentions were to help... right?
Of course Gobbles had fun with Lil Buddy too - through a ball at his face at point blank range (oops), but then was intrigued as Lil Buddy counted off numbers with his momma. I had to laugh because I hadn't heard my own guy counting yet, only doing colors (everything is
Lellow), and here was this smartypants 5 months younger rattling off his 2, 8, and 10 perfectly. The best part about it is that my mother called me today proclaiming "I didn't realize Gobbles could count!", and she told me he had been counting along with
Sesame Street. Apparently, Lil Buddy taught him a thing or two last week. And that's why these guys are pals, I love it!
The only thing I regret about last Friday is not having any pictures of our lovely playdate to put up here. There'll be plenty more though!
Saturday came and Gobbles and I had big plans. With Daddy off to the office again, we filled up the pool and went for a swim. Still in my "I'm a cool mom" phase, I brought his slide over to the pool and let me tell you - pure BLISS for at least a half hour. Besides that, Gobbles spend his dumping the water out of the pool, on our heads, or on the puppy. Oh yea, and of course then he started trying to drink it. And that was the end of pool time!
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| Cool! A water fountain! YUM! |
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| Here we goooo! |
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| Best ride ever!! |
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| Splashhhh! |
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| Wheelie break! |
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| Whaaa HOOO nevermind! |
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| Join me why doncha? |
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| Suuweeeet Finish |
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| Ahhhh Tasty. Thanks mom for the shade btw! |
Sunday came, and despite my husband being exhausted from working forever, I convinced him that we should go to Linvilla Orchards for peaches and fun. Gobbles spent time playing at the playground, looking at the animals, running from the roosters and quacking at the ducks. Then the fun began! We got on the hayride that took us out to the fields where we picked tomatoes, peppers, and peaches (Pitches, as Gobbles calls them). We were told we were allowed to sample as we were picking. I don't think the people realized how many samples a 27 lb kid could put away. Three. Three giant juicy pitches. Yum.
The funniest part was when we were walking out of the orchard and there was a family with two small children. Gobbles looked at them as we passed by Pitches!!!! He screamed. The parents looked at me and shook their head, what a bad mother, their looks seemed to say. Yes Gobbles, I repeated, PEACHES.
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| Water Break after the playground! |
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| Is this a ball? I kinda wanna throw it! |
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| Mommy!! Don't leave me here! |
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| Just hanging out with mah Dad! |
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| MMM Fresh Pitches! |
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| C'mon Daddy let's go get more! |
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| MMM Gobble gobble gobble PITCHES! |
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| Peach Drunk |
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| MMM Let's get these home! |
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| Happiest Lil guy ever! |
After buying twelve pounds of produce and a pie we made our way home. While Gobbles and I napped hubs prepared a feast of chicken, pork, and shrimp kabobs with our fresh veggies, including a side salad of tomatoes and mozzarella with a fresh basil pesto. He more than made up for the fact that he worked so much for the week. Sunday night was the first time I slept through the night in quite awhile, so I suppose both mom and baby had our fill. A great weekend.
