Ahhhh, May. One of my most favorite months. There’s always a little extra excitement in the air with special dates like my birthday and Mother’s Day. The weather is generally wonderful. And this year our May included two out-of-state adventures.
And then we were off to Minnesota for a week with the Laytons and Hepps. We left chilly Boston for even chillier Wayzata, MN.
Soren had his socks knocked off again when we visited the Mall of America. We started out at the aquarium, which involved a lot of crying until we figured out Soren was not feeling great. When I would ask him if something hurt he would point to his stomach. So we had a miserable time until we got to the end and I changed the most disgusting diaper in the history of the world. And then life was grand and we walked through the aquarium again and Soren suddenly thought it was the best day ever.
And then, the rides! Taking Soren on the amusement park rides made me want to spoil him like crazy and give him every thing he ever asks for. The first ride we tried was the mini semi-trucks, and Soren was absolutely enthralled. I had a hunch he would be sad when it was over, so as it was winding down I let him know we would go on more rides. When the trucks stopped and I reached to get Soren out, he burst into tears and started signing “red” — he wanted to go on the red truck! I promised him we would go find another fun ride, but he was pretty sad until he realized what I meant. Our next stop was the roller coaster. In typical Soren fashion, he didn’t crack a smile, but he showed how he felt about it by bursting into tears when it ended. And that’s what happened on every ride we went on. Total despair when each one would end. I wanted to take him on a billion rides.
And then it was Saturday and the worst day of Soren’s life when he woke up with a burning fever. As soon as Tim put Soren in our bed and I felt the heat emanating from his little body, I knew we were going to have a rough day. For practically the first time in his life he wasn’t interested in food, and all he wanted to do was lay in our bed. We got him started on baby ibuprofen to bring the 103 fever down, but he was in sad shape all day.
The next day was a real letdown of a Mother’s Day. I woke up to a diarrhea-soaked baby next to me in bed (but the fever was mostly gone!). We spent the morning packing and cleaning up the house. And then we killed a few hours before our flight at Tim’s grandparents’ house. I attempted to give Soren a nap on a mattress on the floor, and he was all over the place. He’s definitely not moving out of his crib anytime soon. He eventually fell asleep with his head hanging off of the bed. About 30 minutes later, he woke up and had a major freak out when he realized he was half on the floor, not in a pack-and-play, and in a strange room (I was sleeping next to him the whole time, but that was not at all reassuring). He screamed for the next 15 minutes while Tim and I frantically tried to calm him down and simultaneously get ready to leave for the airport (and again, I was feeling 100% embarrassed thinking Tim’s relatives must see me as a totally incompetent mother). Soren finally succumbed to the breastmilk, and I started changing his diaper. And then he peed ALL OVER ME. My pants were soaked (it totally looked like I was the one who had the accident), and all our suitcases were packed away in the car. And we were late for our flight. So I strategically held my purse in front of me as we said our goodbyes to the family. The flight back to Boston was uneventful, although keeping Soren both entertained and contained for three hours is no small feat. And then we were home and all was well and I demanded a do-over Mother’s Day.
We came home to two normal days of work and library trips and playground adventures. And, of course, playtime with the doggies.
And then it was my birthday! I think I’m 32 now; I usually have to do the math to figure out my age. Soren and I got lunch downtown then fed the ducks and rode the swan boats. We wandered the Public Garden then moseyed back down Newbury Street to play on the playground, where Tim met up with us to join the fun. After Soren went to bed, Brenda brought me flowers, cheesecake, and her exceptional babysitting services. Tim and I got dinner at Toscano and felt like normal people who go out after 8 p.m.
For Memorial Day weekend, we took our maiden journey to Butterhill, a pre-1800s 10-bedroom house in Franconia, New Hampshire. Gram’s cousins own the house, and family members are welcome to come stay anytime. So now we know where we’ll be all summer.
After lunch and nap we spent a relaxing afternoon at Butterhill.
We finally got back into our normal life routine at the end of the month. Soren is becoming a lot more independent at home, and it’s really fun to sneak around and watch him playing solo.