The title of this post has nothing to do with anything, except that I really do want a milkshake right now. So I mean, it’s honest, if completely unrelated to the rest of the post.
I’m really scattered right now, so I’m going to apologize in advance because I feel like this is going to be all over the map. I’ll try and keep it coherent, I promise.
Let’s start with a quick weekend recap.
Remember how I mentioned that my cousin and his wife are involved with J-Bird’s softball league? Well, they both play on one of the adult teams (along with coaching and whatever it is that they do) every Friday. I’d been thinking about taking J-Bird to see the grown-ups play since he’s been loving baseball so much, so when I found out that they were having a themed game where everyone was coming with beach-themed accessories, I knew that was the game that I had to take him to see. Because, hello, baseball and water wings? Yes. There were swim trunks and pool floaties and water guns everywhere.
Here’s a picture of my cousin at bat, followed by one of his wife just before the game, because when your family is playing baseball in pool floaties and water wings, you have to share that with the internet, obviously:
Saturday was less interesting. George spent most of the day doing yard work and running errands while J-Bird and I sat in front of the fan in the living room and tried not to melt. (So, in case you were wondering, no – our air conditioning has not been fixed.) On Sunday, I was supposed to go to a baby shower for my high school BFF (who recently had an absolutely gorgeous but slightly too early son), but I woke up with swollen glands and a sore throat, and I was not about to take my summer cold to a new mama who spends all day in the hospital’s neonatal intensive care unit. Not. Happening. Instead, I moped around on the couch and whined about how I was missing out, so y’know… not my most productive of days, either. Although, George did go out and get surprise Dairy Queen Blizzards after dinner, so that helped with the moping (and I also got an awesome picture of J-Bird with his face covered in Oreo crumble).
Speaking of J-Bird…
It’s his birthday on Thursday. He is going to be ten. TEN. You guys, do you have any idea how old that makes me feel?
George took Thursday off so we can surprise J-Bird with a trip to the movies to see How to Train Your Dragon 2 in the afternoon. J-Bird’s dying to see it. I’ve lost count of how many times he’s actually seen the first How to Train Your Dragon movie, and he’s watched every episode of the cartoon TV series at least three times. He’s going to be so stoked.
He also has a softball game on Thursday night, so I’m making some adorable baseball-shaped sugar cookies and taking a variety case of pop (the kind with like, orange and grape and cream soda and stuff) to the field for post-game birthday celebrations with the team. (If you haven’t already “liked” my Facebook page, you should go do that now since I’ll be posting a picture of the super-cute baseball cookies once they’re done! Or… the hilarious aftermath if everything goes awry, and you don’t want to miss that, now do you?)
Oh, do you guys want a baby update?
Everything is moving along as expected. I’ve decided that Baby H is going to be born on August 26th. I mean, if you ask my OB/GYN, he’ll tell you that September 9th is the due date, but I picked J-Bird’s birthday based on a gut feeling, so we’ll see
who wins what happens this time around. The nursery is still nowhere close to being ready, so that’s pretty stressful, but not stressful enough for me to hope for more time. I have to pee every time I stand up, and if I’m awake, I’m hungry, so yeah… I’m getting about ready for this little dude to make his grand entrance.
OK. That’s it. I have to waddle up the stairs to the bathroom (again) and then find a snack (again).
But I want to live vicariously through you guys, with your fantastic summer plans and lack of alcohol restrictions. What have you been up to?