The Parks Place: Our perfect weekend

This past weekend was spent....doing not much at all and it was perfect!
Friday evening we went to a wedding and Logan did pretty good. It was my college roommate and the wedding was Friday evening so Bryan and I took half day off so we had enough time to get ready and head to Conroe. Logan spent the reception dancing and running around everywhere. He was pooped by 10, so we headed back and got home around 11. It was nice though and a really beautiful wedding.

Wedding ceremony was outside.....brrrrr! Good thing it was only about 10 minutes!

Myself and the beautiful bride (she had already changed out of her dress)

My thought was that Logan would sleep in a little later the next morning.
I was wrong. 7:06am and he was up.
Bryan went to work on Saturday morning and Logan now demands that Elmo be put on. I don't mind at all, but we only have 2 Sesame Street DVDs and they get played over and over. We plan to get more but by the time we do that, he will probably be on to something else. We have lots of Disney DVDs, but those do not keep his attention long enough.
I digress. He will sit in front of the TV when Elmo is on and I do not hear a peep from him....which is rare. So we watched back to back episodes of Elmo and I learned so much about the letter R, number 18 and even some spanish.
He was having a bit of a rough morning. He stubbed his toe, and by the sound of it, you would think he was being murdered. When I went to change his diaper, he peed all over me! I kind of stood there in shock because this has not happened since he was a newborn and my brain was trying to process what had just happened. I made him a PB&J and I sat him down to eat his lunch and he threw the mashed up sandwich on the carpet. Something had to be done. I popped his little hand. I felt so bad. He cried. I cried. We were a bit of a hot mess. After that I sat him on the couch and explained that we do not throw things. He sadly nodded his head while still crying his little heart out. He ate his sandwich and just as I was about to pick him up to put him in his crib for a nap, he passed out right on the couch. I held his little hand and laid next to him.

My world.

When he woke up, all was forgiven and we went about the day playing. The next day we got up and had yummy cinnamon rolls, watched more Elmo and got ready for church. We were on time, but when we got to the car I forgot that we had washed the car seat cover (omg........it was so bad......had not washed it since we have had it oh yea that would be over a year!) so Bryan put it on, but it took longer than we expected. We left at 9:30. Our Sunday School class starts at 9:30. We live about 10 minutes from our church. By the time we checked Logan in the nursery, it was 9:50. I HATE being late. So we went to early church instead. The sermon was great. He talked about dying, a subject I would rather take out of my mind all together. I am not afraid of dying, it is just the unknown, the how will it happen and when? The fact is that you don't know. All you know is that one day it will happen and will you be ready for it. Put things in perspective for me.
Since we got out of church early, we decided to treat ourselves to Cracker Barrel. Logan got to eat his favorite thing: eggs! He had eggs, biscuits, some of my mac and cheese, apples, that boy was a bottomless pit! He had fun sitting in the big boy chair and doing the puzzle.

It was another lazy day when we got home. Logan slept from like 2 until almost 5! It was crazy, he must have been tired from his full belly!! After he got up, we played outside while Bryan worked on his bike.