Even when not working outside the home, holiday weekends just feel different to me. Friday started out with my first belly dance class since I delivered Anne, and it felt wonderful. A tad rusty, but everything came right back. We're going to be starting a new choreography, and I'm plotting a new solo. It's super fun.
The rest of the weekend was good, albeit accompanied by the expected foibles of having 2 small children:
*vacuum cleaner roars, directed by Mike* *Catholic Librarian fends off Henry to grab a few blissful minutes of knitting as baby sits in her swing* Anne loves the vacuum cleaner. Apparently it reminds her of being in the womb. It always soothes her.
*vacuum cleaner stops*
"Mommy, Daddy! I put some poo in the toilet!"
All glamour over here. Speaking of "down the toilet," that pretty much sums up our past two nights. I told you, right? Every 2 hours the past several nights. I rather expected it. Anne is going through the 6 week growth spurt. We weighed her yesterday, and she's just shy of 12 pounds. (!) She gained over a pound in a single week.
Yesterday evening was a nightmare as well. Nearly 2 full hours of inconsolable sobbing. I couldn't even nurse her. She's latch on, flail about, pop off, sob, and then repeat that process ad nauseum. Just a common evening with a 6 week old, unfortunately. Alas. This too shall pass.
Sunday, my mom and I took Henry to see the new Cars movie. I think I can sum it up by saying that it's not nearly as good as the original. I actually found it hard to follow. I thought it was just me, when my mom leaned over and whispered,
"Isn't this kind of hard for little kids to understand?"
I was busy resisting the intense urge to pee given the sheer volume of my "small" drink, and readily agreed. The "small" being small only if you consider a tanker truck small.
Anyway, we did have a good time, even if not totally in love with the movie.
And...there's my baby, sobbing again. :) Off I go. I hope everyone had a great Independence Day weekend!