Babies, Bridesmaids, and Brunch
Saturday, January 30, I was able to spend most of the weekend with Erika, Keaton, and Kason. I worked that morning and then had agreed to meet Erika and the kids at her house that afternoon. She and her parents had an event to go to and Kory was out of town, so I got to spend my Saturday night just how I like them … With the babies!
I start my venture out to Crosby and make a pit stop at Wal-Mart to grab a few things. Lunch for myself and Keaton, facewash, garlic bread to go with our dinner, and a few things to drink. I get to the house a little bit before 3:00pm and here we go!
Erika opens the front door and she’s still in her PJs. High five girl! Again, 3:00pm. I walk in with my six Wal-Mart bags, a backpack, my overnight bag, and my pillow. You’d think I was moving in. Which, by the way, has crossed all of our minds … Well, maybe not Kory’s. I’m not even in the house and what lovely sound is coming from the kitchen … Kason. Welcome Home! The Little Dinosaur had just woke up from a nap. He had some rosy cheeks and that bottom lip was just trembling. Keaton is nowhere to be found. He’s still napping. I’ve been here 5 minutes and am ready to go lay down with him. Back to the kitchen where I finish putting up the groceries. Erika is making lasagna for me and the kids to eat for dinner, and Kason is … Well he’s in the cabinet. Things are pretty low key for the time being.
An hour or so goes by and so far so good. I’ve showered, Erika’s got herself ready for the evening, kids are up and playing, and dinner is even in the oven. Erika’s parents pick her up a little after 5:30 and let the fun begin!
Scratch that, my phone is already ringing. Just go girl. I have this under control.
First order of business, turn on ESPN. It is college basketball season! The oven dings and Kason beelines for the kitchen. He plops down right underneath the oven and I can tell he really wants to help. The oven is at my waist and if this kid doesn’t get out of the way he’s going to end up burning himself. I pick him up and gently place him down on the other side of the living room. He’s quick but not quick enough! I take the foil off of the lasagna and stick it back in the oven with some Texas Toast. Of course by this time I have to again remove Kason from the kitchen. While that’s finishing up I get both high chairs ready and Kason’s pasta. No lasagna for him. I get Keaton buckled in just before the oven goes off again. Why I didn’t strap down the mobile kid first, I don’t know. Looking back that would have been easier than fighting him off as I try to keep dinner from burning. Again, he goes back to the other side of the house.
Dinner is served and geez are these boys hungry. Keaton is motioning for more and more. Kason is growling. Patience is a virtue my friends. They don’t care. I can barely give one kid a bite before the other is yelling at me. When it’s all said and done, Keaton has had three servings before he finally spits out what is his last bite.
8:30PM
Bedtime for Kason. He’s not ready.
8:45PM
Attempt #2. Not happening.
9:15PM
Third time is a charm. Ugh. Perfect. Your mom will love this. You were supposed to be asleep an hour ago.
It’s finally quite. And so much for watching basketball. But to be honest, Duke wasn’t playing so who cares. Keaton and I lounge on the floor scrolling through TV channels. We land on a Lip Sync Battle between Anne Hathaway and Emily Blunt. I’ll say Anne does a really good Miley impression. We get a few laughs out of that and then find one of my favorites! Bridesmaids! Completely appropriate for a four year old.
I end up falling asleep on the floor and Keaton wakes me up when his mom, Sweetie, and PawPaw walk in. Busted. Off to bed.
Sunday morning, I wake up to the blissful sound of Kason. At least the sun was up. We play with the boys for a few minutes as I delay going to run. 16 miles was on the agenda for the day. That particular run was also the most difficult of the entire 7/8 months of training. “Run the trails” they said. “It will be fun” they said. The trails sucked. The trails were not fun. By mile 8 I wanted to be done. It was hot. The trails were up and down. Something I’m not used to. Not ideal for 16 miles when I train on flat neighborhood streets. I make it home after 14.5 miles and find Erika still in her jammies. So proud!
I lay. Stretch. Shower. Play with the kids. Fall asleep as Erika gets ready. Finally, brunch! We pack the kids and our two cars because, let’s be honest, you can’t go anywhere with this group without feeling like you are moving across the United States. We drop the kids off at PawPaw and Sweetie’s so Erika and I can have a girl’s day. Much needed for both of us.
I want to nap on the way to brunch but Ms. Talkative over here won’t let me. 30 minutes or so later, we arrive at Urban Eats. Oh my gosh. My mouth is watering just thinking about it.
So good. We split two entrees and a massive sugar cookie. I’m a happy camper. Brunch is legit. I didn’t ever appreciate it until now. The conversation was good too. I always get the best advice regarding life choices, men, dating tips, recipes. You know. The usual conversations you have with your best friend over mimosas.
