If you pay attention at all, you know that my big little guy LOVES my little little guy. He simply can't get enough of him. He can't get close enough, can't get enough smiles, can't get enough laughs, etc.. Just can't get enough!! This night was no different. I put Dane down on his mat and Chaz zipped right in beside him. He had to tickle, love and snuggle on him. Seriously, melt.my.heart!!
After we left my parent's house we headed to the baseball game. We were very excited to enjoy and afternoon game and meet up with some friends. If you follow you know that usually baseball games warrant a separate post because they are so much fun that I end up taking a ton of pictures of said festivities... .not this time.
About 30 minutes into the game the temp started shifting tremendously--it would get very hot with zero wind then the clouds would come in and it would get chilly and windy. it was no fun for me so I knew Dane was not enjoying it. It was getting to be lunchtime and I forgot a bottle so, after seeing several other mommas nursing under cover, I decided to feed the boy.
Although I see NOTHING wrong with nursing in public (as long as you try your best to be discrete) I still felt a little weird. I made sure the majority of folks were none the wiser and decided to go ahead. Dane was ok but he hates to be covered so I knew with the temp change he was continuing to grow uncomfortable. When he was done I put him up on my shoulder to try and burp him. He began to moan and whimper but I figured he was just fighting sleep, there was a lot going on and he likes to be the life of the party so it wasn't so far fetched.
I turned him to make sure he was ok and that is when it happened. (if you are a weakling, skip to below the picture and save yourself from this story) He projectile vomited all over me and him. My lap was a puddle. It went on my shirt. It went down my shirt. It puddled in my bra. It was all over him. His sweet, white, hog onesie was now pale yellow. I leaned him back a bit in order to clean it up and it happened again. All over poor baby's face. It was tragic. I look to the hubs for some backup... "Hey, Ryan. Hey! Hand me something!!" He hands me ONE wet wipe. Seriously? One? One measly wipe?? Really? Then he turned back to the game. WHAT?!?!?!?!?
My friends are looking at me as if I have a leg growing out of my neck, my baby is screaming as he has puke in his eyes and my hubs was an excellent assistant with ONE wipe. Shoot me now. Oh, and I stink.. BAD!! I wiped the baby's face, stood up, whipped my hand around my head and said "Round it up! We are out!!" I mean, did they expect me to stay with an obviously sick baby, covered in puke (COVERED) in the heat??? Um, no. We are o.u.t! I headed to the car with Dane and told Ryan to pack it up. For the books. Yep, for the books!
These are the only three pics I got. 1) Chaz playing with his Power Ranger.
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Woodruff family is one of these families. I don't know Meredith or Patrick (or Cole or Miller) from Adam. But I follow, I stalk, I have a TON of mutual friends. And because of all of the above, I claim myself a friend, a supporter. I love this family. I wish them so much happiness. Miss Meredith is currently pregs with a baby girl and I have to say (as creepy, stalker as it might sound) I wept when I read the news.
Rewind to March 2011, I had just found out I was pregs after suffering a miscarriage.. I walked into Dr Birch's office for my first visit. I was nervous beyond belief but as I was sitting on the table waiting for Dr Birch to walk in and I looked up at the board with all the birth announcements..I vividly remember seeing one of the best announcements I have even seen in my life. There was precious boy, with the most porcelain skin, perched on a blanket of fabric strips, with the cutest pouty lips and with the most beautiful dark hair. I remember going home and telling my hubs how I wanted to recreate this precious pic when my new baby was born.
Within a month I had learned who this little tike was... and his story. I became enamored with his story and the strength of his family. I continued to follow this story for his 87 days of life and beyond. The announcement was never taken down and I looked at it ever single visit. It gave me strength and made me appreciate the vivacious four year old I had at home and the one on the way. Meredith will probably never know she has taught me to be strong, believe in your kids, love every day and don't give up. God bless you Meredith, Patrick, Cole and Miller. You have all had such a profound impact on my life.. you will never ever understand.
Ryan (and the boys) bought me new sunglasses for my birthday. It took me a few weeks to figure out if I really loved them. After this self pic, I do. Please ignore the extra set on my head. ;)As of March 16th it has been a year. We miss you everyday, Justin. The "LOVE" sign is a screen of an original that Justin carved for his girlfriend, Mauriahh. Love.
And in our family, you earn your keep. Not really... we don't pay him. Oh c'mon, I'm just kidding. He loves to "wash" the windshield. Check out his determined face. Love it!