I may never get over missing the B-52s on Friday. I want that on record.
Spencer's 1st road trip was a smashing success. That boy proves he's more like me every day because he didn't mind being in the car one bit. He may end up cruising the country, acting a fool like mom. And it's not like he slept the entire time. He was up, taking in the views 71 South had to offer (Grandpa's Cheesebarn and not much else) and listening to the radio jams, and he entertained himself when he needed to. He's a peach. A travelling peach.
First we made a breakfast pit stop and ordered him something off a menu for the first time (yogurt). He also enjoyed a few bites of blueberry crepes off a fork...another first, he's typically a spoon man. Then we were on our way...to the GOASIS! My favorite gas station! But while that was mind-blowingly awesome per usual, the real destination was Aunt Becky's!
Let me first say she looks flat out FANTASTIC and happy. Really happy, so I am happy for her. She'd looked do tired and worn out for so long. I wish I could've soaked up more Becky time but it was HOT HOT HOT down there. I tried to sit outside with Spencer a few times but my little potato was baking in the sun so we spent a lot of time inside, chatting with pals. And we got to see Santo! My dog is faaaaaaaat and happy. He really is where he belongs, running with the pack.
We only stayed a few hours because...it was HOT, 101 when we left...and I didn't want to risk that Spencer would get agitated on the way home. I hate leaving Becky, especially after such a short visit. It was like we got there and left. We stopped for dinner on the way home trying to feed our sorrows (and Spencer may or may not have tried chocolate, you be the judge) and then I called it quits on Sunday and put Spencer's 1st road trip in the books!
And yesterday was another day of firsts: Spencer went swimming for the 1st time!!
I was so very pumped because I was part fish as a child and this may be just another way he's like his mom. And when we go to the cabin in a few weeks, I know he won't be throwing a screaming fit in the pool, making people think I'm Monster Mom. It's good for his muscle tone and it's good for me, being 22 weeks pregnant now (at this point, Sullivan can hear, his brain is making more complex neurological connections, and his eyes are starting to perceive light).
Even after he took a little swim break, he got right back in with me. So awesome.