Today was a good day.
Baby Monkey and I started out the day snuggling together, watching Thomas the Tank Engine and randomly bombarding each other with kisses, while Real Man and the big monkeys were at church.
Then, we headed to Walmart and picked up something we had ordered and then hit the pharmacy to pick up my preop medications.
We came home, chilled out for a bit, and then headed to my newest nephew’s christening.
There is nothing like a baby.
The nice surprise at the church was that there were three other babies being christened that day, and one of them was the baby of a high school friend, so it was great to get to see her son baptized, as well.
After the ceremony (is it called a ceremony? service? session?) we headed to a local restaurant for a celebration of the little guy.
Monkey in the Middle sat with his cousin/partner in crime. At one point, my sister-in-law and I glanced over at their table (table for four…Monkey in the Middle, Baby Monkey, Partner in crime, and Partner in crime’s little brother) and found them like this:
The shore is going to be interesting this year. They are a little older, a little wiser, and a little more devious.
Love those kids.
While there, I got to hold my new nephew for awhile.
Be. Still. My. Heart.
I’d love another baby. Seriously. Would love one.
Holding a baby is dangerous for me.
Yet still…
I held him and smelled his baby wonderfulness. We smiled at each other and bonded.
I think I’m his favorite aunt.
Alas, we eventually had to leave and I had to turn him over to his mother, but we whispered to each other that we’d hang out again.
We headed home and I immediately got the boys in a bubble bath where they soaked and played for about forty-five minutes. They got out and jammied up and then Monkey Girl got a fresh bath where she soaked and read for about an hour. Then, she jammied up and by that time my father-in-law was here and it was Super Bowl time.
We had bought some snacks for the SuperBowl, like Doritos, Cheetos, Pringles, etc.
What did Baby Monkey choose?
A bowl full of melon.
Makes his Mommy’s heart sing.
And I hate melon.
It was a little difficult to pay attention to the game, because after every play, Monkey in the Middle had to act it out for us in his own, personal instant replay.
Every. Single. Play.
At the end of the first quarter, I was $50 richer.
That was VERY exciting for me.
At half-time, we put the monkeys to bed and watched the rest of the game.
I like football, as a game, but to me it’s SuperBowl, Schmuper Bowl, so truly, I watched for some good football and for some great commercials.
By the end of the game, however, we were fans of the Saints, as Real Man was $225 richer.
Tee-hee!
Holding a baby, fruit eating monkeys, instant replays in my family room and winners all around?
Now that’s a great day.
