Family staycation

I have amazing blog friends and I have a post coming up about how amazing they are, but I need a certain little baby to cooperate so I can take pictures.  I'm going to try and hopefully be able to write tomorrow.


For the holiday weekend, we had a staycation at a hotel not too far from home.  Drew needed the credit, they had a nice pool and it was a fun little getaway.  Our room was so dark Sofia slept nearly 12 hours!  It was wonderful!

Chilling on the Heavenly Bed

Down at the pool, sleeping through all the noise

Staying in the shade - I was so paranoid about her overheating!

I didn't want her to get in the water because of the chlorine and her sensitive skin but on the second day I finally relented and let Drew take her in just to get her feet wet.  She was NOT having it.

I think the water may have been too cold for her.

One more shot and it's back to the shade for her!

It's much more fun in the shade!

I could eat that fat little baby arm! Is that weird?

We had a fun couple of days at the pool, and we also had our first new parent hiccup.  I'm talking about Dinnerus Interruptus.  You know, where you go to a nice restaurant because the baby's asleep and just as the entree arrives, she wakes up and starts wailing?  Every new parent has experienced that I'm sure, and Saturday night was our turn.

It was hardest on Drew because food is his thing.  Do not mess with the man's food or his dining experience.  He's all about the savoring, the food pairing, the wine, the evening.

The baby does not share his love of the experience.

She woke up and was mildly fussy.  I don't mind nursing in public but for whatever reason this time it didn't occur to me to pop a boob in her mouth.  Drew had already finished his meal and he took her while I tried to eat my meal before it got cold. It wasn't until he was gone for a good twenty minutes that I finally looked at my phone and duh, realized she needed to eat.  However, he was nowhere to be found, the waiter couldn't find him and I figured he'd gone outside with her.  Luckily, he'd finished his dinner but there was still wine left in his glass (the horror!) when I flagged down our waiter to pay and get out of there because I guessed that she hadn't calmed down and he didn't want to carry a crying baby through the dining room.

I found him outside, sweating, the baby crying and he looked like he was going to fall apart.  I felt so bad for him because I know it really rattles him when she cries.  He doesn't like feeling helpless and he especially doesn't like drawing attention to himself and nothing will accomplish both in the blink of an eye like a crying baby.  We were in the restaurant for less than an hour and we sped back to the hotel, where of course the baby calmed down instantly.  Isn't that how it always goes?

I could tell he was mad because of all the muttering.  Still had wine in my glass...  ...a waste of money.... didn't even get to finish your meal...

Luckily, I was in a good headspace because it could have easily turned into a fight when, in his desperation he turned on me.  You're supposed to know when she needs to eat!  You know this stuff, I don't!  Why didn't you come find me earlier?  I didn't have my phone because you want me to unplug (so it's all your fault the baby freaked out and I didn't get to enjoy my wine Desiree.)  Luckily, I know that's what he does when he's upset - he looks for other people to blame.  Luckily, I know most guys do that.  Because otherwise, he would have gotten an earful from me about how we're both new at this and it's not wise to turn on your teammate, lest you get a boot in the eye.

It's all good though - we were able to talk about what happened without it turning into a fight and the next day was great.  We even did some shopping and the baby slept for over three hours!  Isn't that how it always goes!  And we know for next time.  Sofia eats first, always and whenever she feels like it.  I honestly don't know why it didn't occur to me to see if she would eat - oh yeah, probably because I've been doing this for less than two months and I don't have it all figured out yet.  

However, the only thing you can do is roll with it and learn not to take yourself or these situations too seriously.  It helps to have a cute baby too.

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So, my mom readers - help us out.  Tell me your best dinnerus interruptus story.  Or shoppingus interruptus, or churchus interruptus.  When and how did your baby let you know that they run this?