It was a good Friday:: Birth Story Part 1 of 2

Little did I know this would be our last Friday, just the two of us. 

But now, sitting here, looking back, I wouldn't have done anything any different.  Except maybe sneak a nap in somewhere. 

So, for memory's sake...lets replay it.  Shall we?

Friday is donut day for the boys.  Since we've been staying home, Easton hasn't had Friday donuts, but this Friday, we decided to meet Daddy for some sugary goodness.

After donuts, we headed to pick up a Ruler I needed to ship.  We took the ruler to be shipped and then we went to Target. 

We had a nice leisurely stroll through Target.  We picked up a few necessities, Easton got a new Christmas cup with a crazy straw.  We bought 2 lunchables for our next adventure, The Movie's.

After Target we mosied on over to the theatre to see Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, 2.  We were late.  When I was packing our snacks into my purse, one of our lunchables was expired so we had to go back in Target and go all the way back to the grocery section to get a not expired lunchable. 

We bought our movie tickets.  We stopped at the concession stand before we headed to Theatre 6.  Medium Popcorn and Medium Dr. Pepper.  $12.

We were the only ones in the theatre.  He'd been with Lance to the movies before, so he knew what to expect.  He kept asking 'when are more people gonna come?'  "Are we the only ones in here?'  We ate our lunch and our popcorn and enjoyed the movie.  I'm thankful that the theatre was empty because that gave him freedom to roam and explore our aisle and the one below.  And talk.  Bless.  He hasn't mastered being quiet or whispering just yet. 

 

 

We made it through almost the entire movie and headed out to the lobby.  The games in the lobby might have been more fun for him than the movie.  We spotted a Photo Booth and had to get our picture made.  I'm glad I didn't say no. 

 

Me and My Boy.

 

After the movie, we headed home for naptime.  I was feeling extra ambitious, I suppose.  Typically, the past few weeks, at naptime, I head upstairs to the bonus room to rest myself.  However, this day, I started cleaning.  I cleaned and cleaned and cleaned.  Sweep.  Vacuum.  Mop.  Bathrooms.  Laundry.  Kitchen.  Dishes.  Pick up.  It was spick and span. 

 

Christmas Music on Pandora, Stovetop Potpourri, Easton napping, clean house.  I sat on the couch for a bit and waited for time for Easton to get up. I posted this pic on IG, wondering if maybe, just maybe, this would be the last time I cleaned before Emerson made her arrival. 

 

A friend stopped by to pick up 2 stockings I made.  We visited for a bit and she headed home. 

 

Lance got home and we all headed upstairs.  The boys watched tv and played and I worked on a burp cloth, taggy blanket order for mom.  I started cutting some felt for a felted garland I was going to make but the pain was overpowering my need to craft.

 

It was a perfect Friday indeed.  I don't know anything I would have done any differently.  Had we known what was coming later that night, I'd wish for Lance to have been with us all day.  But it was just me and my boy.  A sweet day, just the two of us. 

 

Our last Friday together, just me and him.