We had a weekend full of fun outdoor activities, and beautiful weather. Too bad that Gabriel nursed a cough (and I had to nurse Gabriel) all weekend as well.
On Saturday, we went to the Booz Allen company picnic. I enjoyed meeting more of Michael’s coworkers and schmoozing with all of the other new parents. There were a lot of other new parents there, decked out with the most high tech baby gear I’ve ever seen. I guess that’s what you get when a bunch of engineers have babies.
I felt practically primeval with our little Maya wrap. But maybe that’s because our baby cried almost the entire afternoon, while pretty much none of the other young babies, in their European baby carrier finery, cried at all. 🙁
We did discover over the course of the afternoon why Gabriel was crying:
A) He was cold. We didn’t realize how chilly the wind was, and we had left his little jacket at home and didn’t have enough blankets with us. (I did end up running back home to get it after an hour or so though.)
B) He was sick. I am on the upside of a rough little cold that I kindly gave to Gabriel. His sweet little coughs became deeper and more productive-sounding as the afternoon went on, and we realized that the poor kid just didn’t feel well.
C) He was sunburned. 🙁 Gabriel’s terrible mother brought sunscreen for herself and Daddy to put on while Daddy played in the company softball game, but she didn’t think to pack any for her three month old. In her defense, let’s assume that she simply thought Gabriel had built in sun protection.
I didn’t have a completely terrible time at the picnic. I was glad that Michael got to play a fun game of softball with his coworkers, and they had great food and games. We even won $50 in Papa’s restaurants gift cards! (Woohoo for our extremely small date night budget!!!) But having the Fussiest Baby on the Block for four hours in front of all of those people meant that I was very, very tired by the time I got home. Gabriel crashed down for a nap when we got home, and I did too!
Today, we went to the park to play football with a group of friends. Michael played, that is. I hung out with poor, sick Gabriel and the other girlfriends and wives under a tent they set up for us. He cried a lot of the time we were there, too. At least I got to cheer for my surprisingly amazing amateur football player husband, who played his heart out and was quite definitely in the running for game MVP.
Gabriel felt so bad this evening that I stayed home from mass with him. Poor little guy!
I told Michael that I would very much like to have a day with my girlfriends very soon. I think I could use some time out after the Weekend of the Crying Baby. Michael agrees. He did something special tonight–he brought home flowers for me after mass. 🙂