This past weekend was one of those really slow, really fast, completely filled up weekends with tons of events and zero downtime but still sprinkled with lots of really cool moments but also sprinkled with yucky things like laundry and reorganizing and marital spats and reminding yourself to clean the toilets every time you use the restroom because MYGOD what are we animals? but you don’t go to the restroom as often as you like because Eli has plans for you and those plans do not include restroom breaks. Also, I don’t typically say restroom but I do now because that’s what Noah says and he’s an 80 year man, happily trapped in a six year old body.
It all began Friday night when Brian and I finally went on a date for the first time in seven hundred years. We dropped the kids off at Grandma and Grandpa’s and we were off for 2.75 hours of free time. We headed to a restaurant we had never been to – we sat down and opened the menu and the prices made Brian’s wallet and heart fall onto the floor and sprint towards the door.
Seriously. I looked at Brian and out of the corner of my mouth, I quietly said “do you want to run because OHMYGOD, let’s buy some furniture for the price of this steak.”
Except we couldn’t run without getting busted because they took our number when we made reservations which we soon realized the next time a restaurant wants our PHONE NUMBER when taking RESERVATIONS that we are not at Denny’s anymore and to HANG UP, immediately and go order the Grand Slam.
Except we stayed and we drank a bottle of wine and had filet mignon that literally melted in your mouth and chocolate cake, so rich that you want to nap on it and service beyond compare to any other service and a night filled with magic. But I’m pretty sure the magic was not because of the forty jillion dollar dinner but moreso because we were actually dedicating time to US.
Which was so needed.
The next day, I had a newborn photo session scheduled with a very dear friend of mine. I was in my bedroom working, trying to get caught up on my never-ending to-do list when I became so inspired that I told Brian to drop everything and let’s get dressed and go to our European Market. I don’t know what came over me but I know that this market is so awesome and it’s every Saturday and we have only gone once this year which is a shame because it is so delightful and the popcorn and Rosemary Flatbread are to die for and now I’m realizing why I am overweight.
oh, hello, wonderful, happy, healthy children. Your Mama loves you.
So, we packed up for the entire day. Headed to the market, then to my Mom’s, I went to my photo shoot and did a session with THE NEWBORN WHO DOES NOT SLEEP and four hours later went back to my Mom’s where I got to hear stories about my kids and Eli with my family and that made me so happy.
The next day, we went to church earlier than normal and Anna and I went to lunch at Panera and then went shopping which made that day “the best day of her life.”
Yesterday, also known as “Labor All Day” was exhausting. Brian and Noah went out for breakfast for boy’s time while Anna and I hung out with Eli, who by the way has been sleeping for the past 45 minutes which is freaking me out but I’m staring at him through the monitor but I think I need to invest in some hospital equipment that will tell me his vitals at all times. Including his pulse ox. Which I have no idea what the means but I heard it on Grey’s Anatomy the other night and now I feel smart. and cool.
PULSE OX! DEFIBRILLATOR! CHROMOSOME! VENTRICLE! STAT!
I am feeling really cool right about now.
Anyway, yesterday I moved from sun up to sun down and when I finally got down time, I sat on the couch to respond to emails and edit photos and my eyes failed me and I fell asleep.
Then this morning I HAD to take photos for my photography workshop but my normal models were at school, so I had to recruit Eli and put in him this basket of strangulation and take photos, which he didn’t seem to mind because strings are fun.
And if you are thinking he’s looking at me like I’m an absolute idiot, well, you should have seen what I was doing to get him to look at ME and not those strings. Because I looked like an absolute idiot. I’m certain all of my neighbors would agree.
This weekend was a blur, a busy, colorful, twisted, lovely, exhausting, laundry-filled, argument having, cuddling, kissing, steak eating BLUR.
The absolute best kind.