I will not bore you with the illness episode that occurred this past week. All I can say is that the first time your baby gets sick... really sick. It tears you apart. Because they look at you with those "please make it go away" eyes and there is nothing that you can do but let them bury into your chest and sleep. With all the inventions in the world, I wish I had a mommy machine that could tell me what my little boy could not - which was that his ear hurt. I would not have tried warm baths and tummy rubs for gas. I would not have rubbed orajel on his teeth. I would have used the numbing drops until I could get a doctor appointment in the morning. After much needed rest, ear drops, antibiotic, eye drops, and plenty of fluids I had my little boy back.
We chose to take it easy and post-poned our Corsicana travel until late Friday. We made it to town just in time for cocktail hour at Gran's new place. And once again this woman does not disappoint. Despite what she says about not being 'finished' as a decorator is never truly finished... her house was impeccable. Absolutely beautiful. She has the Midas touch. Every home she touches evokes emotion. Draws you in close and wraps around you as if to say welcome home. She has a gift. Liam had a ball exploring and playing with Murphy. He was also intrigued by Gran's tricks.
We cancelled all other plans and Liam stayed home with daddy and Pop on Saturday because after three days of caring for a sick little, nothing could cure the mommy blues except a trip to Canton! And since fanny packs are so totally 80's, we strapped on the 'waist satchel,' grabbed the pull cart and hit the road!
Literally. We covered almost every square inch of that place and after seven hours, we turned our cash...
into Gold! Pillow man gold that is. And stockings and smocked outfits for Liam and decorating items, linens, serving trays.... a whole trunk full of golden goodies! I have a pretty special mother-in-law that would want to shop 7 hours with me! It was a wonderful afternoon.
On Sunday, we were included in Gran's supper club lunch at the Country Club. I was so excited that Liam would get to meet my God parent's Pam and Hugh. I have so many special memories of baking gingerbread houses (as long as the firemen don't come, wink), carriage rides and candle making in Dallas, ice skating for the first time, and so many wonderful moments. As far as God parents are concerned, they were simply the very best. They were and continue to be amazing. They have been there supporting me every step of my journey beginning with the hospital at birth. I do not think they have missed a single thing!
There was always something special planned for just us around the holidays and each birthday Pam continues to top herself. I have been so truly blessed. My latest treasure? A golden baby shoe accented with garnet stones. Thank you Aunt Pam and Uncle Hugh from the bottom of my heart.
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