Ford may be developing his witching hour. Most babies have them (a period of inconsolable crying), and Finley's was more like 6 hours. I was just hoping that we'd avoided that unpleasant inevitability this time, having more than paid our dues...
But last night, Ford lost his mind for the second night in a row, and- since Finley's been waking up at night wanting Mom snuggles- I was beyond exhausted. Seth was home and had his next paper mostly written, and, to my surprise and delight, he took the red faced and miserable Ford off my hands and sang Johnny Cash to him until he fell asleep. It was incredible. I actually cried. With Seth juggling dual school obligations to all hours of the day and night, I've mostly had solo kid duty, and I had forgotten 1) how terrific it is to have a partner in kid-wrangling, 2) who is an exceptional father and a genuine baby whisperer.
Plus, we shared a much-needed belly laugh about our kids' varying music choices. Ford is undeniably partial to the depressing musings of the Man in Black, while Finley goes nuts for T.Swift, the Biebs, and (to Seth's chagrin) Bruno Mars. I'm with her on this one, and admit to encouraging her fervor for "Uptown Funk."
The week was a madhouse of routine development and doctor's appointments and, naturally, metric f- tons of laundry. It's crazy, but even on leave with a daycare assist, days fill up fast. Friday featured Walter Reed at its best, and the three of us spent a grand total of four hours parking, waiting, and attempting to get Finley's 18 week appointment (45 minutes late) and DTAP booster (on our third attempt) knocked out, the delay requiring me to feed her Wendy's for lunch in the car while nursing Ford in the backseat and cursing my lot in life (generally) and Walter Reed (specifically).
DC has had record rains lately, and we were considering the purchase of an ark after two weekends in a row of being housebound (minus puddle walks.) Saturday dawned unexpectedly sunny-ish, and Finley took the opportunity to golf naked
and help mow the lawn.
In bonus news, the latter- against all odds- puts her right to sleep.
The rest of her weekend included devouring Chicago pizza sent to us by friends to whom we will forever we be indebted (it was a huge hit)
and helping out with chores.
She also had a terrific time with Scott and Grace, who came over Saturday for an impromptu BBQ (complete with Josh's latest cocktail creation, thoroughly enjoyed by all the adults.)
Ford, of course, snoozed.
Sunday Seth and I dragged the kids to Target and felt very "suburba-tastic" driving to the one with parking. Finley loves shopping and had a blast. We felt bad having that be the day's big activity, so we went to
Seneca Creek State Park afterwards, where Finley eschewed the playground for the pleasure of eating sticks. We couldn't be more proud of our nature girl.
It's great to have my partner in crime back on weekends (he graduates this coming week! and is settling into the much more relaxing ILE schedule), and these guys are ecstatic:
The other photo of the week is Finley, reaping the benefits of my Sunday night craving: Buffalo Wild Wings. Our healthy eater is still her father's daughter. This is her, literally drinking ranch dressing. We didn't know whether to be mortified or to laugh. Of course the latter won out. (I swear to God she usually eats vegetables.) (We believe in occasional indulgences.) (Finley prefers them with ranch.)
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