Most weekends feel much too short, but this weekend couldn't go by fast enough. Declan cut his top two teeth, which has made sleep and nursing a challenge. We've got a biter on our hands. Ez had the diaper rash of the ages. Picture 3 adults vs. 1 toddler to do a routine diaper change. And the toddler nearly won. My wisdom teeth started causing me excruciating pain last week, so I got the two on the right side out on Friday morning. And Joe went out of town for a boys' weekend, where he promptly got sick and was confined to hotel bed rest. Apparently you can run, but you can't hide from whatever family curse we had going on this weekend.
Since Joe left on Friday my parents were kind enough to come over last minute to help with the kids and take me to the dentist. I opted for just local anesthesia and the whole thing only took about 40 minutes. It went as smoothly as any procedure with someone drilling into your skull can possibly go. So far I've only needed ibuprofen to deal with the pain, knock on wood!
Afterward my parents brought us all back to their house for the weekend so they and the uncles could entertain the kiddos while I rested. I seriously don't think we would've survived the weekend without them, so a million thanks to Gangy, Grampa, and the uncles!
Even though half my face was pretty puffy, I decided to still go out for my bff's birthday dinner on Friday night. It's probably a questionable move, but I think taking my mind off my teeth was the best thing for me. I've known these girls since elementary school and they're the type of friends that no matter how long it's been since we last hung out we can always pick right back up where we left off. Happy Birthday Jen!
The rest of the weekend was very mellow. We watched the original Cars too many times to count, I ate lots of soup, mashed potatoes, and pudding, Declan made it his personal mission to hunt down my parent's cat, and Ez literally ran circles around the uncles while they tried their best to keep up with him. Ez did not want to leave come Sunday, and screamed and cried on the car ride home. I guess that's the sign of a good weekend in Toddlerville.
All was well in the world for him once we were reunited with Joe, so we could all snuggle and be miserable together ;)
Sincerely hoping you all had a MUCH better weekend than we did!