Great I’m finally done messing around with technology. I got my head on straight and want to share more about the trip to the Windy City. The ten days in Kane County were a lot better than I imagined they would be. I say this because our last trip there, December of last year, wasn’t so great. Let’s just say some feelings got hurt and I’m not up for rehashing it.
Twelve months later things were much better. I was kind of sad to leave Monday morning. My mother-in-law had her first treatment of chemotherapy today. I overheard her tell a friend on the phone this would be the toughest week of her young breast cancer fight. Needless to say it was really hard to depart. Tears were shed and yes, that includes me. We did get out of town Saturday to attend a fun wedding downtown. I mention this because it was the first time we left Anna overnight with anyone. We took the train downtown and had an interesting time making our way to the wedding in the fresh snow.
(tangent: I’m sure you’ve all seen this great wedding clip. Nobody danced like that, however the groom did bust out some awesome breakdancing moves. Seriously, the guy was damn good. I busted out some breakdancing moves at a wedding reception before and came so close to doing it again on Saturday night. We did play Baby Got Back at our wedding too and it was a huge hit. Apparently we’re not so original: end tangent)
Now that I’ve gabbed about nothing, here’s some more stuff unlikely to hold your interest. My three year old nephew is a damn cute kid. He’s a curious kid like most three year olds. When I went upstairs to change Anna’s diaper, he’d routinely follow me to the infamous Room With Two Twin Beds (our room). After patting some baby powder on her bum, the nephew tells me he’s got to pee. I couldn’t really follow him to the bathroom since Anna was half clothed. He runs down the hall to the bathroom and wanders back in our room about 30 seconds later. His pants were soaked. The nephew wasn’t able to pull down his pants and therefore drenched himself. I felt bad for the little guy and cleaned up the puddle left behind in the bathroom. A couple days later I took him for a walk to the park. On our way back the nephew wanders over to an oak tree and hugs it. I thought to myself "how cute, he’s a little treehugger".
Well the little man might not as "crunchy" as I had hoped. He surmised the tree was the best place for some urination. In the bitter cold, there’s nothing better than whipping it out and peeing all over a nice Quercus tree. I convinced my nephew this wasn’t a good idea and he says:
Uncle Egan, I pee outside*
I put him over my shoulder and huff it back to the house, contemplating if I can cut through yards with a young child and an empty stroller. Disaster avoided!
- Breastmilk for foreigners –> sometimes it’s necessary for a nursing mom to lend her nursing friend a hand and donate some milk to the cause. Yum.
- I saw my first John Wayne movie, The Searchers, in its entirety. I know it’s a movie and shit, but man did Mr. Wayne have issues with the Comanches.
- Holiday cookies were made over the weekend. I’m of the opinion snickerdoodle batter is much better than the cookies. Plus I love saying snickerdoodle.
- Not all baby monitors are created equal.
- Commuter trains are a bad place to leave headphones and not conducive to nose picking.
- The men’s voices of WGN radio make me tired.
- If we can avoid feeding Anna any more formula, we will. Enough said on the matter.
* – that wasn’t really said at that point in time. I embellished a speck by saying "Uncle Egan" on my blog since I haven’t heard it used in quite some time. The title does warm my heart.