Monday, March 29, 2010
We very gently placed Brayden in his crib, and I climbed into bed. Then Jeremiah climbed into bed. And I panicked.
“You are going to take a nap, too?!”
“Yes, I haven’t slept in a really long time.”
“But who is going to watch Brayden?!”
“But he is so far away!”
Brayden was exactly 24 feet away. Sleeping like a baby. I was bawling. He was So. Far. Away.
Jeremiah stood up, rubbed his face, and said, “I am going to go get a bassinet”.
Never mind we said we didn’t need one. Never mind the two foot hallway was all that separated us. If we were ever going to get any sleep again, we needed one.
Jeremiah went to Walmart, Kmart, and Shopko before he stopped into the second hand store and found one we could afford. Then he came home, set it up and washed the sheets, while I sat on the bed, holding my sleeping baby. Then Jeremiah moved it into the space between my dresser and the wall, six inches from my face. I laid Brayden down in the bassinet, climbed under the covers and fell peacefully asleep.
And that is the kindest thing anyone has ever, ever done for me.
I say all of this to you for one reason, and one reason only. It isn't so that you will feel bad for us either. It is because I read the Pioneer Woman's blog the other day, and they got stuck in a ditch, got out, fed the wild mustangs and on their way home, in the middle of a spring snow storm, they ripped the drive train out of their truck.
And I felt better.
Not in a vindictive, I hate her anyway, sort of way. I felt better, because it happens to them too. I write this, so you will feel better too. Maybe it will help you feel like we are all in this together. Whether a drunk driver turned your life upside down, the baby you have been praying for came 7 weeks early, insurance refuses to cover you, your job has disappeared, the baby you desperatly want to be part of your life refuses to turn the urine stick positive, or a much anticipated pregnancy disappeared five weeks into it's nine month journey, your boss is threatening, the money just will not last or your three year old is about to drive you out of your mind. We are all in this together.
I write this so you can laugh when you get psoriasis medicine for your birthday, and can think "they are getting through it, we will too". I write this so that when empty Zantac bottles fill up your Easter basket, you will be take comfort in the fact that it happens to all of us, and we are all in this together. And we will all get through it together, even if you have to call and cry, just because this moment is so tough. And you can always, always call just to cry, or swear, or just say "poop".
Speaking of Easter, Brayden met the Eater bunny this weekend. Here is the proof (smooshed up against his cheek):
And there was egg hunting!
From the trenches,
The Suggs Family
Monday, March 22, 2010
Then Maverick Steven came to visit us. And it was nonstop the whole time. :) Cousin Nicky dropped him off on her way through town and by the time his seat was strapped into our truck Mav and Brayden were giggeling like little fools. At one point, Mav was sucking his thumb as he cuddled Lambie. Brayden decided he better suck his thumb, too. He hasn't done that in about 12 months. Have I mentioned that Brayden loves Mav?
After naps, we headed to the most gorgeous trumpet recital, where both boys displayed angelic behavior beyond the age of 3 and 1. Brayden really enjoyed dancing through the music; Mav enjoyed the golden spotlight and treats. Even hour long car ride home didn't phase these two together (that is really saying something as Brayden has decided he hates that car seat thing). Mav ate all of his dinner (he reminded us several times), and must have told me how good it was 13 times. He must have really wanted that chocolate cake I kept promising him. :) Then the boys had to blow off a little steam (they sat still a LOT that day).
Mav even showed Brayden how to wear sunglasses.
It sure was fun to have the two boys together, but good gravy, I don't know how my sister does it!
After we dropped Mav off, we played outside all day, with the only exception of naps, dinner and snack. Brayden loved exploring every inch of his new to him wagon, and his little legs must have been exhausted from all of the pushing it up and down the driveway. But when he went to bed he smelled like sunshine and fresh air. I don't care what anyone says...summer is coming!
Monday, March 15, 2010
This was Brayden’s second plane ride. There were a few tense moments when we thought he might take a nap, but once we realized that wasn’t going to happen things were fine. He did think that everyone was on the plane just to see him, so he did his best to entertain them. We did our best to entertain him with books, tennis balls, chocolate chips, oranges, pipe cleaners, magazines and half apple juice.
Auntie B. picked us up at the airport. Brayden really thought she was fun (he does the best when he can meet people one on one in a quitter setting).
Wouldn't you know, we even found some pups to play with (I think this is Disney).
We sadly headed home on Monday. Grizzly and Peanut were very happy to see us; Kayla took wonderful care of them. I don’t think we would have been so droopy had we known the weather would climb into the 60’s the week we got home!
Thank you for the great visit!!