As always, I was thoroughly impressed with the staff at our Urgent Care. They could have moved a bit more quickly (we were in and out in a "speedy" three hours) but they did everything they could to make it easier for a two year old who was up waaaay past bedtime and bleeding from his forehead. They opened up the trauma room with the VHS player (hilarious)(good thing I'm a child of the 80's and knew how to work it)(no diggity) and once Ezra saw how many choices were at his disposal, he exercised his right as the injured to choose a new movie every ten minutes or so.
|"Mom, selfies are laaaaame."|
In the end, Ezra was the proud owner of his first three stitches. We collapsed at home around midnight. I fully expected to sleep in the next morning, but darling boy had other plans.
|"HI MAMA! STAYING UP UNTIL MIDNIGHT IS AWESOME!!!!!!"|
Homeboy was wide awake at 7:00 a.m. We had plans to hit Greenfield Village for their special Civil War Remembrance Weekend at 9:30. We made it there around 11:00 because we have four kids
The Civil War Remembrance Weekend was an epiphany for me. There are people out there who, as a hobby, reenact the Civil War battles and lifestyle. They were all there, volunteering their time. They dress up in authentic clothing (all hand-stitched!) and stay all weekend in tents. It's like if you combined camping with Halloween with the nineteenth century. It was super cool to see, but since we know what an awesome camper I am, and how much I appreciate electricity and my microwave, it totally wouldn't be my thing. I ran into a friend from college who was there with her whole extended family; they reenact every year. This was the first year she included her two year old (who was adorable all dressed up).
|Brian was all, "I did smile."|
Sunday we headed off to church in separate cars because I'm married to the Best Man in the World who arranged a whole day of childcare so we could celebrate our anniversary for nine hours. After church we handed over the car keys to the Amazing Grace H., who took the kiddos home with her (because she has 11 brothers and sisters my kiddos all love to play with)(and a giant dirt pit in her backyard)(it's pretty much a childhood utopia) and Brian and I had a whole day together. The only rule was that we couldn't talk about the kids. I was reminded that my husband is hilarious and my best friend. We ate at Moe's for lunch, saw a horrible movie, went grocery shopping, and then ate at my favorite (local) restaurant for dinner. We came home and had a nice talk*.
*for those of you who read Katie's blog. ;-)
Memorial Day was so relaxing. I stayed in my jammies until 10:00 a.m. Our friend Leah came over to borrow a car for the short while until she leaves to go do her missionary thing in Ireland. I greeted her fresh from the shower with my hair still in a towel. I was a vision of loveliness.
After lunch I was excited to do my favorite thing in the whole world. My friend Rachel (not Sister Wife Rachel)(this is Rachel Who Looks Like Meg Ryan) invited me over to help organize her house. Brian and the kiddos teamed up with her husband Shaun and their kiddos (they have three girls and a boy as well) and they all left so we could get some work done. We worked for almost three solid hours and tackled the basement. It was bliss for me. My heart seriously leaps whenever I get to fill a giveaway box.
The menfolk returned from their adventures with the offspring (a little bird told me McDonald's playland may have been involved)(but only because it was pouring rain so they had to leave the botanical gardens) and we BBQ'd and feasted together. I brought meat and dessert, and Rachel made everything else (including her amazing slow cooker baked beans)(which I probably brought home and ate for lunch yesterday)(and maybe breakfast, too).
And now, honestly, I need a vacation after my vacation weekend. Happy Humpday, y'all!