Huge Weekend!

It started out wonderfully, continued fabulously, and ended exquisitely. What can I say; it went pretty well.

We got together with the Sommerfelds on Friday night for dinner and games. The little man was well behaved - he was such a pleasant little bug. No crying whatsoever, until he woke up for second dinner. And since I feed him whenever he cries at night, even those tears didn't last that long. We stayed up a little too late, but had a great time. I adore them so much ~ how often can I say that I really ENJOY Balderdash? (Okay, mainly because I won, but whatever...)

He only woke up twice Friday night after second dinner. Hooray! Momma got almost seven full hours of sleep!

Then we went to his three month checkup on Saturday morning. He weighs 13 lbs 13 oz, and is happy, healthy and THRIVING! The few things I was worried about were dismissed - the main thing being the shape of his little skull. The back of one side of his head is the teensiest bit flat. (And bald!) Dr. Lewis said that since babies sleep on their backs these days, the skulls are weird shaped for a while because they're so soft. I'm cool with that as long as it's normal. Also, the fact that he's so dry has been bothering me. He's got full body dandruff. It's blecho. So he gave us some samples to use.

Finally, he got two more immunizations. Pobrecito! He cried, and cried and cried some more. I felt so awful for him! He's been feverish and cranked out since then. But he's seems to be doing better tonight.

Then he got to go see his Grandma, Grandpa and GG. Grandpa is working on his crib, so we looked at the progress, and I meant to take a picture of him with the pieces so that we could get another picture of him with the finished project and it would be fun. Oh well.

I needed to have a serious talk with my parents about some crapola that I had dealt with during high school. I thought they would shriek in horror and need to spend some time away from me. Turns out that God really HAD answered my prayers of preparing their hearts for it. It helps that the garbage I needed to talk to them about happened half a lifetime ago, too. But it was just one of those things that I needed to get off of my conscience before it ate me alive. So Saturday brought a clean bill of health for my son, there was a clean slate for myself. My parents ROCK! (And I don't think that just because they went easy on me. I've known my parents were cool for almost twenty years. Maybe even before that, but I never would have admitted it.)

Then this morning, he went to the NURSERY for the first time at church. Miss Angela told me how much I would love having the nursery available. I don't know if she meant later when they're frustrating or what, but it was almost as hard to leave him alone there as it was to take him to school the first day! I almost snatched him back and ran away. But he's such a little chatterbox that we had to take him. It didn't help me concentrate any better on the service ~ I kept wondering how he was and checking the video screen for his number for when they're having trouble. Of course, in an hour and a half, how likely is it that he'll have trouble the first day? He was fine. Again, separation is MUCH tougher on Mom at this point than on Caleb.

We watched the Broncos game this afternoon - what a TRAVESTY! I don't think they played that badly, to be honest, but the Steelers were just amazing! Now I'm rooting for them in the Super Bowl. After the game, Auntie Alisa and Chris came over to get Alisa's b-day presents, and then Noel and Casey came over as well! So we had DDR going on the television, Worms Mayhem on the computer, pizzas, cream puffs and drinks on the table, and people just migrated around between all three. It was an absolute riot.

Now Jonny Fashbaugh and I are finishing up our stuff for the evening and calling it a night. Man! Best weekend ever! Final thought - check out the incredible artistry I exhibited in the portrait of the two boys in my life. (Scroll down past Caleb.) Yeah, you know I've got the mad skillz!