It felt like a three day weekend here in Seattle, as Casey was gone from Thursday night until Sunday afternoon. One of his coworkers who was supposed to be running the Hood to Coast relay had a family emergency, so Casey stepped up to fill his (running) shoes. He spent his weekend running, driving, camping, and befriending eleven total strangers – kind of awesome.
Meanwhile, Cullen and I were doing our thing back home in Seattle. We kicked off Friday morning with a much-needed haircut. I keep wanting to let his hair grow completely out into a shaggy mop, but every time it reaches the mullet stage I can’t take it. He looks SO OLD now with his new clean cut.
The rest of Friday morning was spent playing with and getting to know his new preschool class (!!!). He’ll be going 1-2 mornings a week this coming fall, and I’m really excited for him to start. He is so, so ready for more structured activity, and he absolutely loved his teacher.
Friday night was something totally different. I’d bought tickets to the (now sold out) Brandi Carlisle concert at the zoo months prior, since Casey’s relay was a last minute addition to our summer schedule. Once I knew he’d be out of town, I wavered on whether or not I was brave enough to take Cullen there myself. I’d have to haul all of our stuff there and physically haul him around through the concert crowd. As silly as that probably sounds, it’s getting much harder for me to do that type of thing as the end of this pregnancy draws closer. Not to mention the whole thing was a gamble with big crowds, loud music, and a super late bedtime.
But as the afternoon drew on I decided to go for it, and packed up a beach chair, picnic dinner, and blanket for me and my little guy. As soon as he was up from his nap, we headed to the zoo to wait in line for the doors to open! We ended up meeting up with a few friends who were there, which was perfect. The concert lawn was right next to the carousel, and for some reason (despite the fact that we go to the zoo once a week and he never shows any interest in the ride), it became Cullen’s new obsession.
We rode it three times in three hours, and every minute that we were not riding it I was explaining over and over again that the “horses were sleeping”. What a nut!
Once the music started, Cullen was mesmerized. He spent a lot of time staring at the stage and pointing out things like guitars, dancing, and other people’s food. It was a gorgeous evening and I was so happy I’d decided to go for it alone rather than staying home.
I started to get a little nervous as his bedtime came and went, and while he definitely got a little loopy and over-energized (which actually means he’s way too tired), he rocked out until the very end. We ended our night with him up on my shoulders as we danced to Folsom Prison Blues. It was perfect.
Despite going to bed well-past 9pm, my early bird was still up and chatting, and ready to crawl into bed with me at 6am. Good thing he is so cute!
I had big plans for nap time productivity on Saturday, so we ran a few errands in the morning so that I had everything I needed while Cullen was snoozin. But no weekend morning is complete without a trip to the farmer’s market and neighborhood playground. I grossly underestimated last week’s berry consumption, so I stepped up my game. One flat blueberries, one mixed flat of half blueberries and half raspberries, and another 4-pint box of golden raspberries. Insane, and yet already close to halfway gone.
Cullen polished off two pints of golden raspberries by himself before we even got home. Just like mama.
Back at home, Cullen napped while I tornado-ed through the house armed with cleaning supplies, tools, and extreme nesting urges. I hung things on walls, rearranged furniture, and cleaned up piles of things that had been sitting around for far too long.
After nap time, Cullen and I headed over to a local bookstore and delighted in having the place to ourselves. I picked out a few new books for him (moving on up from board books to story books!) while he took over the play space.
We met a friend for a walk and spent almost two glorious hours looping the lake, talking and catching up, and of course making a pit stop at the swings before leaving. The air is starting to feel like fall here in Seattle, and it was such a nice evening. I had zero interest in cooking, so I picked up takeout from my favorite Vietnamese place on our way home. Cullen hesitantly tried some tofu spring rolls.
And I patiently waited until after bedtime so that I could enjoy my own in front of bad television.
Sunday morning was another early one, so I broke out Cullen’s new pasta-scooping box for a bit of playtime fun before breakfast.
It turned out to be a really hot day – probably one of our last! – and I was grateful for this newly borrowed skirt from a friend, and tank top that my mom sent me.
We met a friend and her son for a bagel breakfast and a stroll through the Fremont market. We browsed for a bit and then let the boys run around in the grass and wave to passing boats along the canal. I took zero pictures, but it was a really nice morning.
I also picked up two new scarves (pictured on the right) from my favorite local artist to get ready for fall! None of my clothes fit anymore and I’m just really physically uncomfortable at this point of pregnancy. I’m not going to waste money on more maternity clothes, so I decided to make myself feel better with accessories. It happens.
We played at home the rest of the day and anxiously awaited the arrival of dad back in Seattle. He had a great time at the relay, and now he has me all inspired to eventually do one myself. I’m already entertaining delusional fantasies of how THIS TIME I will be an awesome and highly-motivated runner post-baby. You know, because I had such a good go of it with just one kiddo to manage. Right…
Oh, and this happened.
Don’t even ask. Hope you had a wonderful weekend too!