loganandliz.com: the mishaps of the mr. and mrs.

At about 7:30 on Sunday evening, after a long, exciting weekend, we packed up the X-terra, said our goodbyes, and placed the little boy in his carrier to settle in for a long ride home. Tito was a bit vocal (read: whiny) about his unhappiness of being placed in such a small space, but was silent by the time we reached Shelbyville, as he had fallen fast asleep. He slept until we reached Rensselear, IN, where we stopped at McDonald’s for a potty/diet coke break. He enjoyed the cool, fresh air, and had fun romping around in the grassy area. I hope he enjoyed it, because grassy areas in the big city are few and far between. After our Mickey D’s break, we headed to Merrillville where we switched driving duties, and the little boy once again slept right through all the action. The rest of the ride was uneventful, and we arrived home at almost midnight Chicago time. By this time, we were exhausted, and it seemed entirely too late to unload the car, so we headed in with the little boy, and a few essentials.

Curious to see how he’d react to his new space, we opened his carrier near the door, and watched as he began to tear around his new home, sniffing and snorting at everything along the way. We did our best to drag ourselves to bed, hopeful that Tito would let us recover from the weekend. Ah, no such luck. Guess who wasn’t all that sleepy? You got it- Teets McGee. Lucky for me, I could sleep through a small disaster, and quickly drifted off for a full night’s sleep. Logan unfortunately, was not so lucky. When his alarm went off, I opened my eyes with a smile and rolled over, only to see him sitting straight up, bleary eyed, looking as if he’d yet to go asleep. I soon found out that was pretty much the case. Poor guy looked like death. A quick shower helped his sleepy eyes, and he was off to work. Of course, Tito decided he was sleepy after Daddy’s departure, but mean old Mommy wouldn’t let him rest. Nasty old girl.

Tito and I went outside for a couple of quick walks throughout the day, hoping the fresh air would revive his sleepy self. I’ve noticed that he is decidedly afraid of the loud noises in the big city. Poor guy. He’s too afraid to even pee! He finally broke down and used the restroom outside when Logan got home around 6:00. And then, being the little gem that he is, pooped on our brand new Ikea rug. Almost as soon as we had him in. Ugh. I was livid. It’s a good thing he’s so darn cute. He’s snuggling on my neck as I type this, getting up only to protect me from the big, bad washing machine and air conditioner. Ooohhh. Scary.

Be sure to check us out later for a detailed description of this past weekend, including chicken dancing on the table, bottomless chips and salsa, and a gift more amazing than anything I could’ve imagined.

Posted by liz on Tuesday, May 22nd, 2007 at 11:39 am.