Monday morning we had Sloan’s 4 Month appointment. Everything went really well. She is 50% across the board…except 1% in weight. She is growing well, though so he gave me the go-ahead to let her sleep 8 hours at night!
She also got her shots. She barely made a peep and as soon as we got her dressed again and in her car seat she gave me this look…
On our way home we celebrated with sugar cookies. At 10:00 AM. I am single-handedly keeping Cutler’s in Centerville in business. It’s humiliating, but I don’t care.
The highlight of my day, however, was what happened when we arrived home. I pulled into the garage to find our pest control company parked in front of our house. They come and spray for bugs quarterly. When I was pulling Sloan out of the car, the employee came to meet me in the garage. He was a portly gentlemen (no – I am not being judgy, this is important to my story) who told me he couldn’t get my back gate open so he could only spray my front yard. I told him it wasn’t locked, it was just difficult and I could open it for him. He then told me he didn’t have time to finish it anyway and he would come back next week.
I took Sloan inside and was changing her diaper when my doorbell rang. I ignored it. We get a lot of soliciters in our hood, so I figured it was just that. Then another ring. And then a third. I ran downstairs with Sloan and at the door was the same pest control guy. He tells me he has time to do the inside of my house. He told me to go and do what I needed to do and he would quickly spray inside and let himself out. I am super weird about anyone being in my house alone roaming around that I don’t know…so I held Sloan and we listened from the top of the stairs.
I heard him walking around and then I could barely see him make his way to the kitchen. He was spraying the perimeter and then he went out of sight. That’s when I heard him open my candy jar on my kitchen counter. It’s an unmistakable sound – trust me, I hear it every day. Then I heard the rustle of candy wrappers. I was dying. This guy was raiding my candy! I wasn’t too sad, though. It was mostly 3 Musketeers…and who likes those? There was a cavern in my mound of candy left by his giant hand!
But it wasn’t over, apparently. A few moments later…I heard the crunch of plastic. I couldn’t figure out what he was doing! Then I heard him walk to the front door and exit. After I heard his vehicle pull away I went downstairs and locked the front door. It only took me two seconds to realize he not only took a huge handful of candy out of my jar….but he stole some of my freaking Girl Scout Cookies that were on the counter behind my fridge!! And not just one, FOUR! This guy can take as many mini-sized candy bars as he wants…but he took my Samoas and that sent me over the edge. I can’t decide if I am going to file a complaint or not. Doesn’t seem worth my time…
Later that day I made a salmon dinner for us for dinner and our house still smells of fish. I could cook fish every night for dinner if it didn’t make our house reek. Also, we haven’t used real plates since before Sloan was born…
I wanted to get to bed early, so I hit the sack. I woke up a short time later and found myself alone in our bed. It didn’t take me long to find him – in the closet (so he wouldn’t wake me) talking to my mom about their NCAA brackets. They always strategize beforehand.
Tuesday, St. Patrick’s Day, we celebrated by filling out our NCAA brackets at dinner at Arella. Also, Sloan’s green shamrock headband was as festive as I got for St. Patty’s. I am not a fan of graphic onesies, I have decided. Lame mom alert. I didn’t dye anything green or whatnot, I figured she wouldn’t get it. She is practically a leoprachan anyway…
Wednesday I spent almost all day down in Orem. I had a meeting on site for the project I am designing for Alder Home Protection. It is a huge project – literally 38,000 square feet of corporate office space. I have been putting in a ton of hours. The exterior colors I picked were painted this week (their company color is the blue up top) and it was so exciting to see it all taking shape. We still have a ton to do…like endless amounts of things to do. But it is progressing. We would go around one floor – then I would nurse Sloan in my car – go around the second floor…and so on. She fell asleep each time I put her in my wrap. She isn’t the best design assistant – always sleeping on the job.
Zach keeps telling me I don’t have to continue to work, but it is important to me. I only work when Sloan is napping or has been put down for the night. I try never to work while she is awake. Besides…I have to continue to work if I keep going at the rate I am at Zara Mini.
I rewarded her for being so amazing by reading her more than 10 books when we got home. I read to her every day, but I wanted her to understand that she deserved some extra love. Then when Zach got home from work he read her even more while I went for a run. I came home to this…
“Mom, we’re reading… …annnnd you could use a shower…” – Sloan’s face said it all.
Thursday I didn’t want to do anything. I told myself: we are going to have an at-home day where we catch up on laundry and eat a giant lunch. No errands. That’s exactly what we did. Zach came home to dine with us for lunch and watched that INCREDIBLE Georgia State vs. Butler game. It really jacked my bracket up…but who saw that coming?! I have to say – embracing my husband’s love of all things sports has really made it more fun for me. Filling out my OWN bracket also makes watching all the games more enjoyable. Zach and I made bets with each other for the winning bracket and also entered in a contest at Zach’s work. I can’t tell you what Zach’s winning prize will be if he beats me – not blog appropriate – but my prize has a little something to do with IKEA, Leatherby’s, and one lonnnnng bath. With a Diet Coke and a good book, perhaps.
Friday I had some errands to run. Since I am still nursing Sloan, a handful of errands always feels like a giant hurdle. I have realized, though, that the hardest part of doing things with a young baby is actually just getting out of the house. Once you’re out of the house – you can own it. Sloan, though, killed it Friday. We hit up the grocery store, Target, Costco, H&M, Gap, Forever 21, and made some returns to Old Navy. We were on such a roll that we even stopped to get lunch. All before 1:00 pm. I felt like a supermom for the day. When Zach got home we went on a family walk and afterwards had dinner at the Cheesecake Factory. No need for movie night – March Madness will keep us entertained for the next few weeks.
Saturday we got a bunch of stuff done at home and then the three of us hit up Park City. We had lunch when we arrived and then stopped at the outlets. It was the worst outlet run we’ve ever had. Usually we have some pretty good purchases at the Nike Outlet – but we left pretty empty-handed. I did get Sloan a necklace, though. Yeah, she won’t be able to wear it for a while…but at least someone came away with something good. We did stop at McDonald’s on our way out to grab two soft serve cones. I haven’t had one of those bad boys since I was knocked up. Sloan even had a tiny taste… (I had a friend recommend giving her a bit of ice cream to beef her up, she said her pediatrician recommended it. Sloan wasn’t getting it. She is Zach’s child – he could pass on ice cream any time.)
After we walked in and out of a few places on Main Street before we had to head to our dinner reservation.
We dined at the J&G Grill at the St. Regis – definitely not the cheapest date we’ve had recently, but probably the most delicious. Since it is technically Spring Break, there were a ton of kids at the restaurant as well – which made us feel a bit better about taking a baby to a nice restaurant.
We spent the rest of the night catching up on the basketball games at home.
Sunday was my mom’s birthday. We had planned to celebrate with dinner at my parents’ house – but they both got really sick. The didn’t want to infect anyone (especially Sloan) so we all did our own separate thing on Sunday. I still feel bad we didn’t do anything on her actual birthday, but at least Grandma got some videos and FaceTime love from the three of us.
Church flew by – I was elated when I realized that Sloan could fit into some of her 3-6 month clothes (we’re still in Newborn leggings….somebody has her dad’s bird legs) before summer. Note to self: never buy clothes for different seasons for a baby. You may find yourself with a slew of winter clothes that your baby won’t fit into until summer. Yikes.
After church we decided to bust out the grill for the first time this season – we had kabobs I had planned for Monday. And the stars couldn’t have aligned more perfectly: somehow we had two eggs left to make brownies. So brownies and ice cream it was for dessert.
This week we are hoping for a little more low-key time. We even plan to spend the weekend with my family (hopefully, if they are healthy enough) and enjoy the gorgeous weather. And, not to jinx myself, but Sloan has officially slept 8 hours straight two nights in a row…so here’s hoping for a few more REM cycles around here, too.