Mother's Day

Stryker is up after sleeping from5:30pm-2:30am. Instead of running in my room upset like he usually does he went straight into the living room. I sat there waiting for the cry. 5, 4, 3, 2... Nothing. 10 minutes later I get up and take a peek into the living room and there he is laying on the couch with his pillow, blanket and iPod watching Blues Clues with his Hippo tucked under one arm and his sippy cup tucked under the other. So I grab my pillow and blanket and join him. Slumber Party at my place?

That was the ending to my Mother's Day. The beginning was a complete mess. It began great actually. At 12am I still had friends over from our Chicken Parmesan dinner and French Silk Pie dessert and Yuengling/Corona/Smirnoff drink night. It was a double date party thing with Wii and blocks... blocks for the ones under 2 :) Company left at about 12:15 and all was well at that point.

12:30 Sunday morning was the beginning of the mess. Stryker woke up fussy and refused to go back down. It didn't take long to discover he had a fever. He must be getting what his Daddy has. We held and rocked him for 2 hours until it was bed time. Period. We were beat. So we made a "bed" on the floor in the corner of my room with a papason cushion, comforter and his pillow. We propped my laptop up on a box and put Blues Clues on through Netflix. I set my phone up to control the mouse on my computer so whenever an episode ends I can start the next one without getting out of bed. Lazy, I know. But I was beat. That worked great for about 3 episodes but then he wasn't having it anymore.

3:30 and he was up running around yelling "Up, Up!" I give him a cup, hes fine. He puts it down and starts again. "Up, Up!" So I pick him up and reluctantly put him in bed with us. Still, "Up, Up!" He didn't want the cup, didn't want up. Just screamed and fussed. The lights are out, Shane is sick and trying to sleep and we are both growing with frustration with every second that passes. Then finally he has enough and goes to pop him on the butt. I hear one "pop!" then "Oh shit!" The lights turn on and there it is... Little tiny absorbent urine-filled beads all over my bed... his diaper popped open. GREAT! I'm just glad I didn't say, "Well, it couldn't get any worse." Luckily after that fiasco was cleaned we were ALL able to sleep.

Oh, and to continue on with my day. My Father in law popped in the next morning while Stryker and I were still catching up on sleep. To start, let's just say I have had one too many people ring the door bell and wake up my son while he is sleeping so I decided to put a sign on my door that clearly states "Do NOT ring the doorbell and wake up my sleeping child!" So what does he do?... Rings the doorbell. Thanks Daddy in law, Thanks a lot!

And for reference... here is my sign :)