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Mildly Stated

Last Thursday I turned 28.  28!  I have no problem getting older because with each year (even as I get closer to the dreaded 3-0), I feel more and more blessed (and I'm still younger than most of the people I know.  Ha!)  So bring on the age!  (But...please not that quickly.  A girl's gotta adjust!)  :)

Because of a little thing called a baby, obviously this year's birthday was not spent going out with friends and was definitely not going to last a week.  Because my birthday landed on a weekday, there was no possibility of going out to dinner with Bug.  After day care...I wasn't taking any chances.  Bug did, however, give me a very awesome birthday gift on Thursday- no fussing AT ALL. I picked her up from day care and they said she was fabulous.  Then I took her home and no fussing all night.  Go me!  THE BEST gift a mother could dream of.  

Okay, so don't get too caught up in all that "no fuss" business because on Friday night, Daddy planned to take me out to dinner and we dropped off Bug at Mama and Papa's house.  Because my parents weren't going to be home that early, my brother-in-law (a.k.a. Bug's Ninong/Godfather) said he'd watch her until they got home.  What's one hour, right?  Hmm.  I was hesitant, but the hubs insisted.  I guess he really wanted to take me out.  So, we did.  As soon as Ninong got home, we rushed out the door and headed to dinner.  For the first time, the hubs surprised me with the restaurant.  In the entire time we've been together, he's never been able to surprise me.  He took me to the Westin Bonaventure Hotel, to the restaurant, L.A. Prime.  Good hubby.  :P

As we called it a night and headed home at 8:45p.m. (yeah, we're old), I called my parents to see how Bug was.  They said she yelled for so long...over an hour.  Inside my head I thought, "Well, that's not bad."  I know my kid and really...that's not bad.  They said she was asleep so I told them we'd see them in the morning, bright and early.  Well, I called it too soon because apparently "bright and early" was going to be 2a.m.  In the middle of the night, I got a phone call from Papa saying that Bug was not doing well.  She had been crying for almost 4 hours.  Seriously.  I knew it was bad because...my parents NEVER call when they have Bug.  No matter how fussy she gets, they always manage to say she was so "sweet".  Good grandparents.  Mama is the most patient of all mothers- a saint, really.  She can handle any kid and never breaks.  This must be bad.

We jumped in the car and by the time we got to my parents' house, she had just fallen asleep.  My kid is relentless.  4 hours of nonstop yelling.  I overheard her in the background when Papa called and knew it wasn't real crying...just yelling...mad, uncontrollable, UN-soothable yelling.  (That's my girl!  She never gives up!)  You swear she's never spent the night there before.  Overnights with my parents is a habitual thing, but this weekend did not go well.  The stars and the moon and the planet and the bugs just did not align perfectly on Friday night and instead of a fun overnight-er, my parents got...well...what I described above.

 I looked at my phone afterwards and noticed Papa had sent me a text prior to his phone call and it said...

"Kat, Bug's been crying and seems to be looking for you."

Mildly stated.

God Bless my parents for their willingness to babysit and do overnight-ers, and for their patience!  Bug sure made up for that night with lots of love for everyone on Saturday.  She knows exactly how to win them over again.

On Saturday, after helping my sister and brother-in-law move, we had a pizza party to celebrate my birthday...in pajamas, with ice cream cake, and a movie...and family.  It was per-fect. 
Let's do this again, folks...
...but maybe without the 4 hours of screaming.

God Bless,
Kat

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