Holy Smokes...where does the time go? I know, I know....all parents say that but really. It's astonishing. I find myself in moments of panic when I think about how my boys will soon be all grown up and not want to hang out with their mommy anymore (wah)! So unfair! I try to remind myself of that reality when they are doing something that makes me want to thrust myself off a bus travelling at a very high speed.
Anyway, yesterday was Little Man's 3rd birthday. I guess he's not a baby anymore. Or even really a toddler. He's a little boy.
To celebrate we had a little family party on Saturday complete with "Monster Truck" theme. He was thrilled. On Sunday we set off for a night at Great Wolf Lodge. Yes, again. Yes, I recall our last trip to Niagara Falls was a disaster. But we don't learn from our past so we went again.
Overall, we had a good time. The boys had a ton of fun and Buddy was now over the oh-so-critical 42" mark so he could go on some "big" slides. He was thrilled. Little Man....not so much. We will hold off on another trip there until he also hits the 42" milestone.
Of course, none of our excursions happen without some drama.
Drama #1: Dinner Debacle
We decided to purchase the "all inclusive" meal package. This meant we had buffet dinner, breakfast and then lunch at one of their fast food-ish outlets. Perfect. Well our first meal was dinner and got the boys all hooked up with food. Buddy was as good as gold but Little Man wanted no part of it. Took about 1.25 bites and announced he was "done". Followed by sliding under the table an endless number of times. All the while, Super Husband and I are trying to alternately eat and grab more food for Buddy who apparently hadn't eaten in a month or so you might think with all the food he put away. We finally bribed Little Man with dessert and I ran off to fetch a pudding cup. Came back and after taking one bite, Little Man coughed and then barfed. All.Over.the.Plate. Amazing, really. He got the ENTIRE contents of his stomach (mostly juice) neatly deposited on his plate. Also amazing was the fact nobody seemed to notice. Super Husband promptly jumped up and announced he was taking Little Man up to the room. Leaving me and Buddy with the pukey plate. What the hell was I to do? Act casual, of course! I managed to disguise it with a mound of napkins and all the other crap on our table. When the waitress appeared I told her to be very careful as we had an "accident". She was none the wiser. We made a hasty exit.
Drama #2: Sucky Sleep
Poor Little Man recovered from dinner but then had a cough that would not quit. We finally got them into bed and it was clear neither would sleep due to being in the same bed and coughing. So we split them up. We all layed in bed for the next 1.5 hours listening to Little Man cough. Thankfully, it eventually stopped and we all dozed.
I woke up a couple of hours later only to find that Buddy had wedged his head under my pillow. In a moment of panic I put my hand on his back to ensure he was breathing. I could not feel a thing. No movement. I could feel true panic set in. I loudly whispered: Buddy? Buddy? BUDDY! Nothing. Now I'm in a full meltdown state. I reach over and grab him with both hands and start to shake him. Not in a gentle way. He casually rolled over and continued to sleep while I nearly burst into tears thanking my lucky stars he was just soundly sleeping. Let me tell you - I was terrified. I honestly feared the worst. Now I am reminded as to why I never co-slept. I love my clildren but I HATE sharing a sleep space with them. We all (with the exception of Buddy) woke up tired and grumpy.
Overall, we had a good time and as always I was happy to return home and put them in their own beds for the night :)
