It's been two weeks since our quick trip to Oregon, high time for a post, wouldn't you say? I have to admit, as excited as I was about the prospect of heading up and spending some time with one of my oldest and best friends, I was slightly nervous about flying/traveling so late in my pregnancy. Right at the 36 week don't-go-anywhere cusp, but my doctor was nice enough to ease my fears by checking me a bit early to make sure I wasn't about to go into labor or anything.
Not that anything is a sure bet, but you know. I felt better.
So off we went and we had ourselves a fantastic weekend. It only barely rained on our last day, which is sayin' somethin' for Oregon, even at that time of year. It was gorgeous.
Mostly we hung out. Talked, laughed, ate at our favorite Hungarian restaurant, introduced them to Panera, ya know, doin' our civic duty. The boys worked a little, planned and strategized a little, and played some frisbee golf. Abby and I took the kids to various parks, relaxed, talked, ate, and pretty much enjoyed ourselves. The kids played really well together, I think. It was such a contrast, sweet little Lydia and wild 3 1/2 year old Wyatt. I hope we didn't frighten them....I think if I'd seen Wyatt while pregnant with a boy myself, I might have been. Little boys really are a different breed, aren't they?
Speaking of a different breed, we were at one park and Wyatt was swinging on his stomach. He'd occasionally get off and squirm a bit, and I kept asking him if he needed to go to the bathroom, to which he replied no. I thought okay, he must just be uncomfortable from swinging on his stomach. Then, to my horror, he got off and walked about 6 feet away from his swing and proceeded to pull down his pants and underwear to his ankles, and pee.
I was shocked beyond belief.
I scrambled over there, not an easy task with my flip flops, pregnant belly, and a park full of long stringy bark. By the time I made it there, it was too late. Moving him would have only resulted in wet clothes. I talked to him about how we don't do that, and he seemed to understand. But then just a day after we returned home he did it again at another park, this time I didn't even see him first, our friend's mom did. "Uh....." she said, pointing and I turned to see Wyatt facing us, feet away from the park, pants and underwear once again around his ankles.
How do they suddenly get it in their heads that this is an okay thing to do?!
Anyway. Oregon. Back to the subject! So fun to watch these kids interact.
Who know, back when Abby and I were 6 1/2 and just barely getting to know each other, that one day we'd get to watch our kids play together?
Well, we did, actually. Still, how crazy to see it be fulfilled!
Babies on hips, pregnant. Honestly, surreal moment for us! (Please ignore my sexy double chin...)
And the sign of a good weekend? 10 minutes into the drive up to the airport, Wyatt informed us he was going to take a nap. 30 seconds later, he was out.
Yup, great weekend. Thanks for hosting us, Abs!