Vacation!

We're back from spending over a week at the beach. (Incidentally, it was the same beach where we got married over five years ago. Awwwwww!) Perrin LOVED it! He played in the sand, buried my feet, got knocked over by the waves a few times, chased a few seagulls, and tried desperately to catch a giant crab.

Perrin rode home with my parents, so Trey and I had a few days of baby-free beach fun at the end of our vacation. The highlight was going jet skiing and coming across a group of about 15 dolphins. We also walked on the beach at night listening to live music, ate at lots of great restaurants, tried a ropes course that was waaaay more terrifying than I expected it to be, saw a magic show, and got great tans! We may be 20 pounds heavier now that we're back home, but at least we have a nice glow!

Busy busy busy day

It's 8:00 PM and I am sitting down to relax for the FIRST time today. Seriously. We all woke up this morning at 6:00, as usual. I fed, bathed, and dressed both me and Perrin and packed a lunch for Trey for work. Once Trey was gone, Perrin and I went grocery shopping. We came home and unloaded the groceries, watered the flowers, then headed off to the library to watch the Irish dancers. We came home, and I whipped up a quick lunch for Perrin then put him down for a nap. Then I clocked in on my work computer and worked for an hour and a half. I also roasted a butternut squash and made applesauce muffins for tomorrow's breakfast (Perrin woke up about halfway through the cooking). Meanwhile, I kept getting text messages from Trey saying he was in the ER with a kidney stone and might need me to come get him. Around 2:30, Perrin and I drove to Jacksonville so I could drop him off for a play date. Then I got a call from Trey saying he'd been discharged, and he did indeed need me to pick him up. So I drove all the way to Little Rock, picked up hubby, stopped on the way home to let him lean out of the car and puke, and finally made it home and put him to bed. Then I mixed some bleach and water and got on my hands and knees and scrubbed the tile floor in our kitchen and dining room--just because it desperately needed to be done. I realized I needed to go pick Perrin up, so I washed up, threw on some clothes, and drove like crazy back to Jacksonville. Once I got Perrin, I raced home and cooked a quick dinner for the two of us. Trey was writhing in pain by then, so Perrin and I took his prescriptions up to Walmart to get them filled. The pharmacist said it would be 30 minutes, but it was actually an hour. Perrin and I ran (literally-RAN) back and forth across Walmart for the entire stinking hour. I got us back home as quickly as possible, drugged up hubby, then got Perrin all ready for bed. Now he's in his crib talking to the wall and I am lying on the couch with hardly enough energy to write this blog. No clue about  Trey... he doesn't seem to be writhing in pain anymore. Guess I ought to go check on him.

I've been wondering lately how hectic life would be with two children. I think I have an idea now.

Book Babies

This summer I've been taking Perrin to a program called "Book Babies" at our local library. It's a story time designed for babies with lots of singing, hand motions, rattles, and fun. Unlike other story times we've been to, Perrin is one of the oldest ones in this particular group. If you put him in a room full of 2 or 3 year olds, he blends in pretty well. But put him in a room full of 6-12 month olds, and he seems downright aggressive. We've been to three Book Babies so far, and Perrin has already accomplished all of the following:

Threw a shoe at a girl

Spilled about 50 cheerios all over the floor
Threw a cup at a girl
Stole another baby's toy
Ripped a page out of a book

Ran away from me about 5,397 times within a half hour span (one of those times he made it into the adjoining bathroom and put his hand in the toilet water before I caught up to him)

Stole another baby's snacks and started eating them

Gosh, when you look at it in a list like that, he sounds like a bit of a hellion, huh? The good thing is that none of the other parents seem the least bit phased by his antics. And he has his moments of sweetness too--he passes out the bells to everyone, he giggles when we sing the elevator song, and he tries to share his milk with anyone who comes within ten feet of us (it's only fair since he helps himself to anything that lands in his vicinity). I've also found that I'm much more tolerant of other people's kids these days. Hmm... funny how that happens when you become a parent.