Friday: Every Momma Needs a Little Vacation!
All last week I prepared for my BIG night out. I made sure I had a new outfit, jewelry, and everything else I needed to have a great time in Bloomington. I thought I was completely prepared for my first night away from Miss Mya. What I didn't realize was while I was physically prepared, mentally and emotionally I wasn't prepared at all. It was much harder than I thought to leave behind the little miss even if it was for less than 24 hours. Would she miss me as much I as I would miss her?
I was scheduled to leave around 1:00 on Friday afternoon and be back home bright and early Saturday morning. Not much time away from the little one. The big questions were on all of our minds... "How will she do without Momma to feed her milk? Will she take a bottle? Will she scream her little head off?"
We did, indeed, have a FABULOUS time on Friday. We drank at some of our old stompin' grounds! I certainly can't drink like I used to, dress like I used to, or look like I used to. I felt a bit old (A young "lady" misinterpretted Brittany and thought she graduated hs in 07' NOT 97'!) and counted my blessings that my life no longer consisted of binge drinking, "hoochie clothes", and barhopping. Don't get me wrong... it was fun for ONE night (FYI- I didn't wear hoochie clothes).... BUT that's all this old Momma can handle!
So, the answers to the big questions:
How will she do without Momma to feed her milk? Great- she ate dinner and breakfast without missing Momma's milk
Will she take the bottle? NO!
Will she scream her head off? hmmm... not sure about this one. Matt alluded to the fact that she may have had her "moments." She did have a TERRIBLE cold (???) when I got home. The poor little thing seemed awfully miserable. I'm not sure if she has a cold, an ear infection, or is getting a tooth. Why is it that the symptoms to all of these are so similar?
Overall, Mya and I had a great night. I certainly missed her LOTS and LOTS! I am so thankful for my life and am glad to have left the Bloomington/Normal bar scene behind! THANKS daddy for watching Mya and giving me a night out!
Saturday: Pool Boy
The day after my big night out, we decided to finally do the dreaded opening of our pool. Neither Matt nor I had any idea where to even begin. We were fortunate enough to have my friend from work, Bob, come up to help me. He's pretty used to my relentless whining... after 6 years of working with me, I think he has found that it's just easier to help me rather than try to teach me! He spent the entire day helping us open the pool. He was very patient as he tried to explain each step. Now, if only he could come back everyday to remind me of what I am supposed to be doing! Already, the pump has stopped working! I can tell this is going to be an "experience." I love the idea of having a pool but hate the idea of having yet, another, chore!
Swimming anyone? Ok, we have a ways to go! But, Bob said the water actually looks pretty good! Hard to believe some chemicals and a little vacuuming could clean this baby up!
Matt's cousin, Dave, came to visit on Saturday. He enjoyed some of Matt's famous ribs- even saying they were the best he'd ever had! The two enjoyed some beers, bbq, and conversation! Mya enjoyed his company Sunday morning!
Sunday: A Day at the Parade
Grandma held Mya while Momma gathered the candy!
On Sunday, we were off to visit Grandma Diane. We were pleasantly surprised to find out that it was Orland Days. We had lunch at Grandma's house, played a little, and walked down to the parade. Mya loved Grandma's toy that she could stand and play with. Mya was SUCH a good girl! She watched all of the police cars and firetrucks pass by with their loud sirens and bright lights. She only cried once when a firefighter blew the truck horn right in front of us! I think I was partly to blame, as I jumped while holding her! We got lots and lots of candy thrown our way! Mya even learned to wave!!! It was so cute to watch her watch everyone go by.
Mya was such a big girl standing up while playing with this toy!
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