that's a wrap

For the last hour, well day or two I have been working on a post about how I want to travel but can appreciate where I've been thus far. My plan was to accompany said piece with a lovely picture montage of adventures. However, with non-stop distraction and lack of patience with technology I have given up on that post. On to bigger and better....right? When I think of adventures, right now I can't think of a better one than raising Brody.

 

 

Not a photo montage but who needs one when you get to stare at that face?! Part of our parenting journey has been figuring out our social life or lack thereof. Earlier in the week Jeff and I decided to invite some friends over for a BBQ/fire pit Saturday evening. Granted the weather had been on and off snow for what feels like forever, but we had our fingers crossed for at least a day in the 60s. We'd talked to quite a few friends, some with kids some without and had had positive feed back so we were feeling good about it. Come Friday and the consistent sun/snow combo we were feeling less confident about our plans. Add our first night out TOGETHER since having Brody, a night which included a distillery tasting, dinner (bottle of wine on hand) and a few cocktails more for dessert, Saturday morning we were totally in doubt. We wavered off and on all day about just calling the whole thing off, but we decided to stick to our plans. Saturday was one of those days where you think you can fit in all of those small around the house chores you've been putting off all spring. And by you I mean Jeff. His plate was overflowing with things to do and the icing was a trip to Costco. We had told our friends to come over anytime between four and six (Jeff's time frame not mine) and we hadn't even left our house for Costco until two! On the drive there Jeff told me he thought we should just call everyone and cancel. I on the other hand insisted it would still be fun. Leaving Costco by four, we rushed home, calling people on our way. I was beginning to think Jeff was right. Our first cancellation. We get home and I'm a scrambling fool (surprise surprise). I'm trying to feed Brody, Jeff is unloading the groceries and putting everything away. Brody finishes up so I put him in his high chair and get to cooking. I was trying out a Pinterest Greek Pasta recipe while Jeff was outside  hanging up the yard lights and getting the cornhole boards out (by the way, the sun HAD come out). I'm trying to get all of my ingredients cut up and the pasta on to boil while simultaneously trying out another Pinterest find on a DIY air freshener on the stove. Brody starts crying so I take him out of his high chair and set him on the ground with some toys. I go back to the stove to check the air freshener concoction on the burner and also dump the pasta in the boiling water. Brody had managed to get into the pots and pans and pull them down at the same time I spill half the pasta onto the stove. Frazzled I swipe my hand across the stove to pick up the pasta only to realize too late that I had turned on the wrong burner for the air freshener. My reaction was throwing the pasta in my poor burned hand across the kitchen and shouting out a slew of not baby appropriate words, which startled Brody and led to a new round of crying! At that, Jeff comes running in the house to see what the heck is going on. He can tell I'm on the verge of breakdown and does the best dad move ever and takes over Brody duty. Thankfully, the rest of the pasta making flows together without a hitch, the air freshener recipe was delicious and the kitchen was spotless. The icing on that big fat cake? It's 6:30 and we've had a complete no show. Jeff was right. We totally should have bagged the BBQ. Feeling pretty down we were about ready for our sweats when we got a call. Not only did we have a couple show up, but it was the ending we needed for a hectic crazy day. They have twins who were born about a month after Brody! We finally got to socialize with parents. It's so refreshing spending time with parents who are going through all of the same stages as us. It actually feels totally normal gushing about your baby and talking about poop and puke and naps and bottles. Let's see...moral to this story? When you think your day is turning into total fail, a glimmer of good pops up and you focus on that until its bright enough to turn your day around. And hey - even if no one would've showed up, we now have a summer-ready back yard, a temporarily spotless house that smelled amazing and a bomb Greek pasta salad.