Turkey Day

I'm finally getting around to making an actual post, so it will be about our Thanksgiving holiday.

First off, Nolan was picked up by his Jamma and Pop on Tuesday night just so he could spend more time with them, and so I could have an easier time packing! I had been asking Brady to call his parents to see if they wanted to pick him up early on Wednesday, but he never did until around 8pm on Tuesday night...needless to say, they jumped in the car to get their grandson. In the hour it took them to get here, I managed to get everything he needed (for that night and next day) all packed and ready to go. Once they showed up I decided to wake him and change his diaper, as well as put on his pjs, while Brady put his carseat in their car. We then walked them out and before I could change my mind, Jamma was already to the car loading my little man into his seat! So, I caved, said goodbye, then returned to our couch and cried for about 30 minutes...maybe longer. Who knew that sending my child off with his own grandparents would be so hard? Other mothers, that's who...why didn't anyone prepare me for this??? I called my sister, Monica, who pointed out to me that I cried because I didn't really think they would come up that night to get him...she got me, I didn't expect that! I was prepared for them to pick him up at daycare the next day, which I would have been fine with cause I wouldn't have to see him go without me! Ugh. So then, Brady and I sat there looking at each other with nothing to do. Seriously. We even stayed up late cause we didn't know what to do with ourselves since Nolan was gone. I joked that I would panic in the morning and that I wanted to still sleep with the monitor on just to have that little green light on in my room! I really missed my baby!

The next morning was weird cause I didn't have to make bottles or drive to daycare, but it was also easier to get all of our stuff together and pack the car. The ride up was so long anyway that I was actually glad that he wasn't with us; our normal hour and fifteen minute drive turned into two and a half...yuck! So we got to Midlothian around 7pm. Brady's dad met us outside and told me I was going to have to fight with whoever had Nolan...ha! I don't think so mister! I walked in to find Nolan with his aunt Val, and simply said, "Give me my baby!" His family thought that was funny...it was, but I wasn't trying to be. It felt so great to have him in my arms, and I honestly didn't put him down until we ate supper and picked him back up at his first peep! It was nice to know that he had a good day with his Pop and Jamma, which I didn't expect him not to, but...

Anyway, on to Thanksgiving day.

We woke, got ready for the day, and then headed over to Granny and Pa-pas. I lost Nolan again to our aunt, Sissy, but only briefly...he was so tired that she gave him right back to me and he fell to sleep. We then ate a wonderful meal, thanks to Granny (her mac & cheese rocks!), Brady setup Rock Band while I read (I'm determined to finish Breaking Dawn!), and then I had to go and sing with everyone playing Rock Band cause, well...I just had to! I wish I had pics of this moment, but I didn't get any...I'll have to ask Sissy. So that was pretty much our day-eat, Rock Band, feed Nolan, card game, Cowboys and Longhorns. We then went home to crash.

check out his kicks

Friday, I woke up with a throbbing head cold, I mean THROBBING! Nolan and I woke up for his first feeding, and as soon as he went to sleep, so did I. Then Jamma came home to take over...Thank you!!! I just didn't feel well that day; Brady came home to ask if I wanted to go eat with his brother and sister-in-law, but I just couldn't do it. I woke up to go meet them, but as soon as Laura (Jamma) found her keys for me to go, I started crying from the pain in my head. So, Friday wasn't a great day...very low key.

Saturday was a little more upbeat, since I was allowed to sleep all night with out baby interruptions, thanks to daddy; although, daddy was on duty for a child who sleeps all night, hmm... Anyway, I woke up at 7, which is when Nolan first woke up as well, so I fed him and went back to sleep, which I didn't mean to do. When I finally woke up again, I found Brady watching The Strangers, which I did not want to see. I hate scary movies. Oh, well, I had the baby to keep me busy. We pretty much sat around all day until Sissy's house warming party. We got there just in time to see all the good stuff she racked in and to start a quarters game that we are so not good at. Oh, and Brady had time to break her bed...that was awesome! We then rounded up the siblings to go bowling, which Benton and Cindy opted out of, but Val and Nick still went with us. It was fun even though I am terrible at bowling, seriously, I think my highest game was a 62 and then the slipping and falling, which was graceful to say the least. I know, I know...I blame the magical bowling alley beer, it get ya' every time . So we got home around 1:30 and crashed again.

Sunday we went to Granny's, once we got up and going, cause she had fixed another healthy meal of chicken fried steak-yummy! Again, we ate too much, played cards, rocked the baby, more cards, said goodbye and sat in traffic. Two and a half hours later, we were home with a tired and hungry child (who let us know that for the last 20 minutes of our drive home). Bottle, bed, Happy end of Thanksgiving!

It was a long post, but hey, it's been a week since then...Thanks for reading!