Week Five Highlights

You may think that when one is on maternity leave, a three day weekend isn't that big of deal. You'd be wrong.

A three day weekend means that husband is off for three days, which means more baby coverage and therefore a pinch more freedom. Fortunately, this weekend included many post-baby firsts.

Friday night we actually watched a movie. Yes, it was in our own living room and a two hour movie took three hours to watch, but there was popcorn so it counts.

Saturday was the first family outing to the Plaza for the opening day of Moosejaw. Baby C settled into the Ergo and slept the entire time. There was a photo booth at the store where we attempted to get a photo of her, quite unsuccessfully. This is a photo of a photo since I don't have my scanner at home, but you get the gist.

Not really an event, but Husband's co-worker brought by a teddy bear for Baby C that is literally six feet tall and completely awesome. Steve, as he has been named, is now helping Trudy with security duty by watching over the nursery.

Sunday included several first events. In the morning, I made my way back to the pool. After the first 500 yards when my arms felt like lead, it started to feel okay. Five weeks off isn't too terribly long, but carrying a baby on your arm is not sufficient cross training for the pool. Bummer.

The day also marked Baby C's first introduction to the Tholen side of the family. She was a good sport being passed around such a large group of people and only squawked when hungry. Husband and I met in the finals of the 2012 Cornhole Tournament. I won. (Okay, I didn't win alone. It was a team effort. My partner and I won.) Who knew I would find a new sport at age 39?

Finally, Monday we needed to make time for Trudy. We loaded up Baby, diaper bag, stroller, water bottles and dog and ventured to the new dog park. It is a nice alternative to the Penn Valley DP, which can get a little dicey with owners not paying attention. Once Trudy was sufficiently worn out, we headed to Sonic for a cherry-limeade.

All in all, quite a delightful little holiday.

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