FaceTime’ing with Dad last weekend

My boy is feeling better today. Hooray! He went a couple days last week with a high fever, eating nothing, just nursing. He whimpered and he was extremely snuggly and sensitive. If someone looked the wrong way at him, he cried. Today is better. He’s eating again and he only cried when his buddy Kesler came near him. My boy has a big personal bubble.

Both girls had Friday off from school. Liliana always has Fridays off, but Kaylie had it off for … something. It seems as though she has at least one day a week off. It sure didn’t feel like, when I was a kid, we had as many days off as she has. Usually on days I don’t have to leave the house, we have a pajama day and don’t do much. This past Friday, however, my friend Chris suggested we hang out and since her son Nathanael (Liliana’s four-year-old friend) was coming with her, I let Kaylie have a play date, too. (Is it still called a play date when kids are 10-going-on-11?)

I’m not really a fan of play dates. I mean, having kids over when their parents are also over is fine, but the kids of people I don’t know? School friends and such? Not a fan. I just … I don’t know what it is. I’d just rather avoid them. Because, as Liliana always tells me, I’m a bad parent. But, I’d rather Kaylie have a friend over than have her go to a place where I don’t know the parents (and I don’t like meeting parents)(I HAVE ISSUES, OKAY?).

Chris and I spent the day baking, and you’d think we’d have had a lot to show by the end of the day, but I ate six muffins and the brownies kind of disappeared and the cookies were just really tasty. It’s all gone already, is what I’m saying. It’s a good thing I made that coffee cake yesterday so I’d have something to eat for breakfast today.

Noah suggested that Chris and I have a girls’ night, so we did. Chris’s husband came for dinner and then took their son home, Noah went to hang out with his mom (and subject her to Centre Ice hockey), and the three of us (I let Kaylie stay up) watched Runaway Bride and ate popcorn and chocolate. Oh, and I fell asleep and stayed asleep through most of the movie. Whoops.

Saturday morning was the usual gymnastics/ballet/Tim Hortons (it kills me that there is no apostrophe in Tim Hortons)(related: I have issues) shenanigans and after lunch we headed to my favorite one-year-old boy’s birthday party. I didn’t pay too much attention to the address on the FB invite and just assumed it was at Kesler’s house. Except nobody was there. So I checked the invite, apologized to my family, and typed the address into google maps. I forgot to put in a teeny tiny letter and we ended up at the wrong house. Again. Whoops. So this time I double AND TRIPLE checked that I had the address right and we showed up at the party an hour late. But we were right on time for cake, so I’ll call it a WIN.

Mr. Kesler will have to share the title of favorite one-year-old boy in 16 days (!!!), so we had to celebrate. Kesler downed his birthday cupcake in record time. It was quite awesome to watch. Especially since I didn’t have to clean him up.

Oh, and Saturday was also the first day of the spring run of 7 Days.

I missed the winter run, so I was looking forward to this one. And here’s Sunday’s shot:

Sunday I went for my first run in three weeks. I let my head/neck/shoulder pain take over the last couple weeks, but through the magic of muscle relaxants, I could finally move again. Woot. It always takes me forever to get my butt out the door to go running. I’m a professional staller/procrastinator. And I’m quite lazy. But, when I get back, I’m always glad I went. And then I fall down dead in my couch groove from the overabundance of physical activity.

We have dinner at the in-laws with Taygan every Sunday evening, and since Sue had just gotten back from vacation a couple days before, we had her, Taygan, and Andrew at our place instead, which means that we had people for dinner twice in three days, which is very weird for us hermits. It gave me an excuse to cook, though, which was quite nice because I haven’t been doing much of that lately.

It’s weird how time just disappears. Every time I turn my back, it’s the weekend again (which is not a bad thing) and then it’s Monday and then the end of March and then HOLY CRAP MY BABY IS ALMOST ONE. I’m way behind on blog reading (sorry about that), there are a bazillion shows piled up on our DVR, and there is some shrimp in my fridge that should really be thrown out already. And both Noah and I went to bed at 8:30 last night. Well, he fell asleep on the couch until 2am and I went to bed intending to go to sleep but fell down a Facebook wormhole and then couldn’t sleep until almost midnight. Lame.

Am I caught up now? Oh, right, here’s my Canadian Family post from last Thursday. It’s about thermometers. Alrighty. I think that’s it now.

Happy Monday!

Everyone’s healthy.
Everyone’s back at work and school.
It was a good Monday.
I’d missed my one-on-one time with Preston.

I went for a run after dinner and I was reminded again how much I love running. I was sad when it ended.

A couple things, though, I should have worn a balaclava (I’m only half kidding) and I should have worn shoes that do not slip on ice. I had a couple near bails.

Also, I understand now why people run with music. In Regina, I either ran with someone or listenedto the sounds of the lake. I never needed music. Here, where I just run on boring streets, music is essential.

And now, if Ben (the Bachelor) gets rid of Courtney, it will be a perfect day.

I was awoken at about 5:00 Sunday morning by the sound of my baby boy vomiting in his bed. It’s incredible how quickly I can jump out of bed if I need to. I picked him up, his face covered in white chunky goo. Noah grabbed me a towel and I wiped his face, head, and hands.

Preston spent the rest of the morning vomiting and sleeping on my chest, with bouts of playing. I could tell he didn’t want to let the sickness slow him down, but every once in a while he’d stop playing, look at me, and start to cry. I felt so bad for him.

As I held him with his head on my chest, I rested my cheek on the top of his head and couldn’t believe how big he’s gotten in the last 10 months. I miss when he was a newborn and he’d curl his feet up and be able to fit snug under my chin. Now, he sits on my lap, his legs dangling, and barely fits under my chin. The first year is my very favorite, but it goes by much too fast.

On Saturday, I’d planned to take the kids swimming, as Liliana’d been begging to go, Kaylie loves it, and Preston had never been. My friend Chris messaged me and mentioned that she and her family were talking about going and so we planned to meet at the pool closest to her house. Liliana was stoked, especially because it meant she was going to see her BFF Nathanael.

Kaylie had a blast in the wave pool, Liliana enjoyed dumping buckets of water on unsuspecting little kids, and Preston loved splashing and walking around holding on to the edge. He kept trying to walk away so he could drown himself. I was surprised how long the kids lasted, and nearly two hours later we finally headed for the showers.

It was such a beautiful day that Lindsay and Chris invited us over for a barbeque. In February! It was delicious and it made me long for summer.

I’m thinking that Sunday is a new Wilson Family Sick Day. Two weeks ago, Kaylie was sick and I stayed home with her. Last week, I was sick. This week, it was Preston’s turn. He handled it much better than we girls did, as he was much sicker yet he did not let it stop him from getting into ALL THE THINGS.

He was so off-kilter, though. He was having trouble balancing and whereas the day before he was taking a couple steps, Sunday he wasn’t able to get the balance to take even one.

Monday he was feeling much better. He only vomited early in the morning and right before bed and he only had one disgusting diaper. He was still a little off, and was not eating any solid foods, but he was happy to nurse, which made me less worried about him being dehydrated.

Noah had the day off for Family Day, and I took it as an opportunity to go for a run. I’ve been wanting to get back at it, and I signed up for a 10k to give myself a goal. And then I asked Kami if she wanted to run with me, so that I’d have something (and someone) to push me to meet the goal.

Running made me miss Regina and my running partners there and my Wascana Lake. It was a perfect warm-up-walk distance from our apartment and it was nice to have somewhere to run that didn’t have any stoplights or intersections. I have a short route by my house here that is mostly stop-free, but when my runs get longer, I may have to find somewhere else.

We found that somewhere else later on Monday evening as we went for a walk by the river. Gorgeous. I took my camera along, as it had been way too long since I took any real photos. I haven’t had a chance to edit them yet, though, so they will come soon.

Today is Noah’s turn for the horrid gastroenteritis curse and I really hope it stops at him. On a side note, but quite related, have you seen that cough syrup commercial where the husband is sick and calls to his wife in a pitiful voice, “Pam? Pam? Can you call my mom?” and she throws him the phone? It is my favorite.

Updated to add: And now I’m down, too. Sue came to get the girls, but I kept Preston because he’s still not 100%. The moral of the story is that we need more than one bathroom.

I’ve been walking a lot lately. 24k so far this week (since Sunday). Why? I can’t drive. Well, I can, but I’m not allowed to.

Noah would love to tell you (and has told some people) that I got a DUI. Funny man, he is, but that is not the truth. (I’ve been pulled over for many things, but never for that.) My license expired on the 31st of May and I acquired quite a few points on it during my last year in Regina. A couple speeding tickets, a stop sign ticket, and … I think that’s it. Anyway, I haven’t paid off the points yet (don’t get me started on how lame it is to pay the ticket and then the points on top of that) (I hate driving). So, until I fork over a bunch of hundreds to SGI, I cannot renew my license and therefore will not be behind the wheel.

Noah’s been driving Kaylie to and from school before and after work for the last couple weeks as I recovered from a minor surgery I had at the end of May, but since she isn’t liking the after-school program as much as she used to, I figured I’d try and pick her up as much as I could.

I put Preston in the wrap, Liliana in the Chariot, and made the 6k trek to Kaylie’s school in an hour. We got there a little early and, thankfully, I found a bench by the playground to pass out on rest on before we headed back.

Noah brought Kaylie’s bike in the morning, so she hopped on that and we made the 6k trek home. A couple things sucked, like the fact that I forgot my runners in the car and had to walk all that way in my Chucks. Ouch. I could hardly walk by the time we made it home. And, Kaylie forgot her helmet so I made her bike at the same pace as I was walking.

I’m hoping to do this as many times as I can before Kaylie’s done school and get some of my strength back so I can start running again. After a really rough pregnancy, I’m much weaker than I’d like to be. But, with a 15lb baby and no license, I’ll be back in shape in no time, right?

In other news, my ornery, teething, recovering-from-shots baby was wakened (awakened?) for the second time this week by a couple of Jehovah’s Witnesses ringing the doorbell. It happens at least twice a week from JWs, Mormons, and money-seekers and I’m SO DONE with it. So, I put up this sign, as I don’t know how to disable my doorbell:

My alternate was “I know Jesus and I have no money” but I liked the above one better.

If they (or anyone) ring that bell and wake my baby again, I’m buying a gun.