Attack of the super cute baby

This weekend my cousin and his family drove up from the St. Louis area to visit us. They have a 9 month old boy (we will call him B) that I had only seen pictures of so I was excited to get my hands on some baby cheeks.
I was worried though that the second I saw B I would turn into a big blubbery mess that involved me moaning about my broken ovaries.
Friday came and I was finishing up my house cleaning when I fully realized that I am not used to a baby crawling around. By adult standards my house was clean, by baby standards I was out to kill him. I picked up coins hidden under furniture, moved the chess board with small throat jamming pieces, swept up the pieces of moistened dog food that Moxie enjoyed placing around the house for a snack later, etc. After a while I gave up and placed our old baby gate in the hallway, closing half of my house off and allowing me to live in denial about the condition of that half.
The original plan involved them arriving around 3-ish but after a phone call we all realized that this wasn't going to be a typical trip. I could hear B screaming in the background.
"We've had to stop twice already."
I flashed back to my memories of doing that drive with Diana. Road trips with babies is like a road trip with that friend that has a bladder the size of strawberry but continues to by the Super Duper Big Gulp every time you stop.
Frustrating.
Later I went online and saw this on Twitter;


My immediate fit of giggles means that I will have a spot in hell for parents with no compassion for other parents.
Finally after driving for 6 hours (for a trip that normally takes 4) they arrived. The parents looked tired, B looked thrilled to be out. I was a good hostess and didn't immediately grab B and run for the hills.

I would risk being a fugitive for this face

The next morning I woke up to B crying. When I opened my eyes I saw something I hadn't seen in a long while;
The sunrise.
The loneliness I had been feeling in my ovaries was suddenly gone and replaced with common sense. Silver lining to not having more babies?
Sleep.
After a while (and a lot of coffee) we loaded up and headed into the city. Our plans were Millennium Park and Superdawg afterwards. The easiest way to do this was to take the Blue Line. Unbeknownst to me the Blue Line was under construction so about halfway we had to hop on a bus. Then it started to rain. I sat there thinking that basically everything that could go wrong, was. Luckily my cousins were troopers and didn't complain. After getting a little wet we decided to grab some food at the local cafe at the Park.

Green beans? F*ck yeah!

After we finished eating I was overjoyed to see that the rain stopped. We explored the park with me playing Paparazzi.

Water!


Hooray for the Bean!



Diana looks so much "older" in this picture

Superdawg = yum

Too cute!

The next day we took them to IKEA for their first time. They were like kids in a toy store. When we finally walked out we realized we had spent 3 hours just wandering in there. I have a feeling they are going to be coming up for IKEA dates in the future.
All in all it was a great weekend. I love those guys to death. They are a sweet little family that has their head on straight. I am looking forward to seeing them in a month at the family reunion and taking another million pictures of little B.

 

15 comments:

Renee said...

BABIES!!!!!!

I'll wait a few years.
But still...
BABIES!!!!

Jidai said...

See, this is why the girls are home right now and we are thousands of miles away.

Cause you know... we have two of them, double trouble, yadda, yadda...

prin said...

Yey!

Mr. Mcknob said...

Dayze purdy babyz!!!

LiLu said...

Should've left the moistened dog food bits. I'm sure they're nutritious...

Katelin said...

ohmygoodness that bebe is adorable!! ah my ovaries!

bFlat said...

I was at the bean on Saturday too! If only we would have bumped into each other.

Frank said...

Compared to "B", Diana looks to be at least 33 years old.

Rachel said...

Aw, he is adorable! Love the pics.

Windy City Kelley's said...

I love Super Dawg :)

Julie B. said...

It's a little surreal to me how much little "B" looks like my 9 month old. I have come to find out though that life just isn't as fun for my guy without change and dog food sprinkled throughout the house for him to grab. So, it's for him and his sense of delivery that I just say no to cleaning :)

Julie B. said...

Oops, I mean his sense of discovery...not delivery...

RebeccaC said...

Aww! So cute! While you were entertaining B last week, I was visiting my newphews: 5, 3 and really super freshly born.

So cute but totally exhausting. I am both envious and awstruck by you parent people!

Jill Pilgrim said...

Ovaries.Exploding.Urge.To.Kidnap.Rising.

Rachel said...

Renee- according to Diana you have to start NOW!

Jidai- Double the CUTENESS!

prin- baby!

Mr. McKnob- shure iz!

LiLu- he needs to get his fiber some how...

Katelin- imagine seeing him in person! Ack, the estrogen!

bFlat- I was the obnoxiously loud one, you?

Frank- oh I know!

Rachel- thanks!

Windy City- I enjoyed them bunches!

Julie- lol!

RebeccaC- just having the one was tiring...can't imagine 3!

Jill- hahahahah best quote of the day




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