All in all, it was a WONDERFUL weekend. Only one negative. And it’s a big fat one.
I FOUND OUT STARBUCKS PUMPKIN SPICE LATTES CONTAIN DAIRY. Womp womp. I mean, Benjamin, talk about sacrifice. Forget about 25 hours of labor, 3 hours of pushing, and a c-section. Forget about stretch marks and nipple biting. Forget about giving up dairy for averylongtime. This one takes the cake.
Anyway… to the weekend…
Ben had his 9-month checkup on Friday morning. Key stats: 24.4 pounds (90th percentile), 30 3/4 inches for height (97th percentile). WHOA NELLY!
Non-yoga-pants outfit for the pedi (so he takes me more seriously!), and Ben waiting for the doctor…
It’s our annual tradition to kick off the summer with Memorial Day weekend at the beach house, and close the summer on Labor Day weekend at the beach house. So, Friday afternoon, we
packed loaded down the Explorer within inches of its life, and headed out for the Cape.
Saturday was probably one of my favorite days of the entire summer. I did wake up in a bit of a OMG-DEREK-DEREK-WAKE-UP-I-NEED-HELP panic – I yawned oddly, and somehow seriously messed up my jaw. I spent the entire weekend with this ridic jaw pain and could hardly open my mouth at all. Save the inappropriate jokes, trust me, I’ve heard them all already over the past few days… tee hee.
We got up late, relaxed a bit, and I created my favorite outfit of the summer. I just might break the no-white-after-Labor-Day rule for another week or two so I can wear the shorts a few more times. Don’t judge. I’m already giving myself the side-eye for even thinking about this.
Later on, we headed out to Chatham to see the gray seals AND great white sharks that have been tooling around the ocean there, snacking on seals. Sadly, there were no seals or sharks.
We stopped for a late lunch/early dinner, and Ben tried his first pickle (which he liked, shockingly):
And the day still continued after all that fun! We went out to our favorite beach on the Cape, brought Ben to the water (he LOVED it!), my dad & Derek fished off the shore, and we took 8 million photos.
Derek & my dad went golfing, and my mom, Benny, and I went to a playground and then out for a small lunch of tapas & sangria at an outdoor cafe. With all the lunches my mom and I have been bringing Ben on, he is becoming quite the experienced restaurant baby. Strangers sometimes come up and say they didn’t even realize we had a baby with us because he’s so quiet. Good behavior, FTW!
Later on, we picked up the most exciting thing in the world… LOBSTERS! We legit cooked up two steaks and NINE lobsters for four people. And Derek doesn’t eat lobster. I really wanted to be the triple-lobster-champion, but was satisfied after two. I absolutely could have had a third, but decided that would just be way too gluttonous and only for show (since when do I think this way?).
We loaded up the car again and headed home on Monday afternoon. In between a lot of traffic, a crying baby (with Raffi on repeat all the way home), our dog did god knows what in his crate in the back of the car – it included poop and vomit, but we’re not sure which came first. Or if one led to the other. Regardless, it was a loud, long, and smelly ride home.
How was your Labor Day weekend? Fabulous, I hope!