Yesterday was: kids complaining about my treat of strawberries; teacher appreciation week going unmentioned at my school, an hour and twenty minutes of traffic to get to Aeli's school...
But once I got near him it all started to get better.
His teacher had made all the moms gifts with our babies' footprints, and there were scones and cookies and fruit. This made Ms. C's, "He threw up twice and pooped through two pairs of pants," greeting more bearable.
It's Jazzfest again this weekend, and since we live so close, parking is insane by our house. In the morning rush to get to school, we neglected to put out our garbage can to save our place, and so the closest available parking was 2 blocks away, across the bayou. I had a million bags and papers plus a breast-milk filled cooler and Aeli's heavy seat, which was just too much to consider carrying that far by myself. Meanwhile, my boobs were crazily full and I very much needed to pee. For a moment, I almost hated Jazzfest. That brief moment of panic was followed by a lovely stop at Colleen's house, where I fed Aeli on the porch while waiting five minutes for her to get home from school.
It got better from there: she dropped us at home, and came back with the car later; Stefin made us nachos, we read and went to bed early. In my new life, that is a dreamy Friday night.
Here's us festin last weekend:
It's a good life.
god, he is TOO CUTE! baby suspenders? and that hair! i love him :) i almost forgot how uncomfortable it is when you haven't been able to nurse for a while and how it feels to be frantically looking for a place to do it. i'm so glad you guys had fun, i wish we could have been there!
ReplyDeleteYou are all too cute. Love the flag!
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