Blake's Week...

It’s been a crazy but productive week.  I don’t really remember everything that happened at the beginning of the week because honestly I often find that I’m so busy I forget to go to the bathroom before leaving the house.  That seriously happens.  All the time.  This is why I need to write more.

Blake ventured out on Wednesday to see my students before they went to prom.  I’ve had these kids since they were in 8^th grade so I feel super old.  I also feel old because I’m genuinely worried about them at prom weekend.  They like to tease me when I say things that are super “mom-like.”  They tell me I’m “such a mom,” which honestly isn’t offensive to me at all because being a mom is the best thing I’ve ever done in my life, and if they think I’m being mom-like to them they must realize how much I truly care about them.  I don’t mom it up to everyone.  When did I get old enough to worry about kids at prom weekend?  Keith and I always talk about how differently you look at things when you have your own kid.  It’s not something I can explain.  Everything changes though.  You realize that no matter what, that person is someone’s child.  Someone’s child can make a really big mistake or do something really bad, but at the end of the day, someone cares about them and loves them and raised them.

Anyway, I got a sweet 5 day weekend for Memorial Day thanks to a mild winter and leftover snow days.  I got to spend the day with Blake on Thursday while Keith still had school.  On Friday Blake got to meet his super cute new baby cousin, Reid.  Blake loves animals and loves other kids, but Reid is so new and tiny that I don’t think Blake even realized he was a little human!

Now that baseball is over for Keith my life will be a little less hectic.  I thought I had this whole thing figured out by the last day of the season—going to work after not sleeping through the night since December, coming home to a wild man who was just awakening from a nap and wanting to play, and even getting a homemade meal on the table (gasp!).  I made a pot of sauce, had the pasta in the water, and I was getting ready to give Blake his dinner while I waited for Keith to get home.  Then Blake pooped and freaked out when I tried to change his diaper and thankfully my Dad showed up to drop something off at the exact moment that I was about to actually consider taking Blake outside to just hose him off because it was that or have my house covered in poop.  So Blake gets a new diaper, goes downstairs into the kitchen, picks up Jame-O’s water bowl and dumps it on the floor.  As I grab a towel to soak it up, (meaning, I drop towel on floor and move on), Blake proceeds to go into the dining room, take a bottle of vodka and knock it over.  To be fair, I had it sitting on the floor…the whole liquor shelf situation will be taken care of as soon as we have time.  Which obviously means it may never be taken care of.  Because even when we have time we probably won’t do anything about it.  But anyway, he knocks over the vodka and the top wasn’t all the way on so of course, I now have vodka all over my dining room floor.  I clean that up, get Blake in his high chair, and see Keith pull in the driveway.  Deep breath.  Laugh.  There are worse things in life than Blake playing in vodka right!?

Blake’s big event this week: he got sneakers!  He loves them.  He likes when we put his Crocs on him, but when we tried his sneakers on, he was just glowing.  It’s like he knows that he is a big boy now because he is wearing sneakers.  Maybe it’s also exciting because he went almost a year without ever wearing shoes since his feet were too fat for them.  Where are the shoes for babies with chubby feet?!  They deserve to look cute, too!  Anyway, he got red converse.  I’m obsessed with them, and so is Blake.

We took our first trip to the lake today and Blake played with his new sand toys, loved the water, and thought it was super cool that he could walk in the water. 

Also, I wrote this entire thing on my iPhone because Blake was asleep in the backseat of the car.  Because that’s how I got him to nap.  But luckily I only have to drive 10 minutes to hit up the drive thru at Dunkin Donuts to get an iced latte.  And I can do that while Blake is sleeping in the car.  See how productive I am?!