To the beach, Batman!

I wish we’d had the Bat mobile to get to the beach last weekend. Our ac was acting finicky in the car, but fortunately, after some stern talking to, it decided to be good for most of the trip. Good thing, too, because with a baby on board, we could not have driven 3 hours without ac in the hot weather. That was pretty much it for the bad news. We spent the entire weekend at North Myrtle Beach with Nana B, Aunt Katie, and Suzette. Suzette use to take care of David and his siblings when they were younger, so she is pretty much family. The funny thing is that until Christmas, we hadn’t seen Suzette since our wedding 4 years ago. Starting with Kevin’s graduation, we’ve now seen her three times (well, David has) in as many weeks. Funny how those things happen.

Anyway, David’s parents rented a condo on the beach for the weekend for all of us to enjoy. We arrived late Friday noon and did some grocery shopping to stock up. Then Katie arrived, and we all enjoyed some bbq. Suzette arrived a little late, so I missed her since I was already asleep. Good thing, too, because Harrison decided he wanted to get an early start Saturday for the beach and woke up at 4 am! He has never done that. I mean, we woke him up for early morning feedings when he was an infant, but I don’t know what got into him that morning. He woke up laughing and on his hands and knees ready to play. David was able to get him back to sleep, but only for 30-40 minutes at a time before he’d wake up again ready to play. I tried to see the bright side of things and tell myself at least he wasn’t crying, but when it’s that early, those kinds of thoughts aren’t much consolation. Eventually, it was 7:15, so we drank coffee just woke up. We took Harrison out for his first beach experience after breakfast before it got too hot. This was relative since it was already humid enough that my camera lens fogged up.

Harrison wasn’t entirely sure what to think, and it didn’t take long since he was ready for a nap (maybe that’s because he woke up at 4; not entirely sure). We were back out there again, though, after lunch for another dip in the ocean and playing on the beach.

After some fun beach time, we got ready for dinner at Duffy’s. Not the first place I would’ve picked, but the food was great. The drink wasn’t too bad, either ;). After Harrison was down for the count, we enjoyed some yummy margaritas (Thanks, Michele for that recipe. It was 2 years ago, but everyone I make it for loves it!) and good conversation. Mommy hadn’t stayed up that late in a long time, and Harrison was happy to let her know that was a bad idea by waking up at 6:30 this time. Better than the previous day, but still not 7:30/8 per usual.

Sunday morning we headed out early for a family walk on the beach and seashell collecting. We wanted to have some souvenirs from Harrison’s first trip to the beach. That afternoon we headed to the Tanger Outlets for some shopping before heading back home. Nana B spoiled us all. You can’t pass up cute baby clothes, though. Harrison did great on the ride home, and he was definitely ready for bedtime in his own room. I think we bother him just as much as he bothers Mommy us when we sleep in the same room. He was out before I could lay him down and slept until David woke him the next morning. It was a short, but very fun beach weekend.

Fruit and Flowers

That’s the traditional gift for the fourth wedding anniversary, which David and I just celebrated on June 3. It’s hard to believe it’s already been four years. While I can’t say it’s all been wedded bliss (at least with a straight face), it’s been more than I could have ever imagined and hoped for. I’m going to get sappy and say I am so blessed to share every day with the wonderful man who David is and even more blessed now that we have a son to share our lives with. We have lived in our house for 3 years now, and I could not be more thankful of that every time June rolls around and we’re not moving to a different apartment because the rent is cheaper. It’s also nice to know your neighbors and not always wonder who the people walking by you every day are. But I digress…

This year was a bit tough for me. I am all about being creative, but I wasn’t quite sure what to do for David given that “fruit and flowers” was the gift. I love coming up with gift ideas and giving people gifts so it was particularly depressing that my creative juices were not kicking in. I am also more than a bit ashamed that when David mentioned his mom was coming a few months back and said she would be here on June 3 so we could go out, I didn’t immediately think of our anniversary :(. It’s not that I wasn’t cognizant of our anniversary being on June 3, it was just that other things people have been on my mind. Who could that be? David gave me a hard time about that one since I pride myself on knowing important datesĀ  not just for us but almost everyone else (David’s side of the family included). I mean, I even know the anniversary of my parents’ first date. My younger brother knows my birthday is in July sometime :).

I finally came up with an idea. I will say it still was not my best ever. Originally, I thought to get the fruit element in that I would make blueberry waffles or pancakes for breakfast, but since our anniversary occurred on a Thursday, this wasn’t possible. (Sorry honey, but not waking up earlier than 6 am no matter how much I love you.) I then thought about making a strawberry cake, but then had no idea when this would take place and where it would go so David wouldn’t find it before our anniversary. Huh-rumph! I wasn’t satisfied with saying dessert at dinner would count. Plus, who’s to say David would want a fruit dessert anyway. Beside that, he had made reservations somewhere, so that would be infringing on part of his gift. I mostly just went the flower route. I made us reservations at Iris, the restaurant at the North Carolina Museum of Art and got us tickets to go see The New Pornographers. I figured this was a great gift because it would be another night out for us in addition to our anniversary.

David, on the other hand, was able to include fruit and flowers. Side note: my husband is one of the best gift-givers I know. He’s a very good listener and picks up on things I might just mention in passing. I sometimes drop hints but not usually. Mother’s Day was a prime example. I never said I wanted a new camera. I had talked about how great this camera was that one of my favorite blogs had purchased and how good the pictures were that my co-worker took, but didn’t say I wanted one. And this past Christmas, I had to be forced to come up with gift ideas. Basically, I rarely say, “I want this.” Okay, back to David’s gift(s) to me. He gave me a beautiful bouquet of flowers and some chocolate covered strawberries and cherries. Yummy! He also got us tickets to Biltmore Estates in August when they have their annual flower extravaganza. I don’t think that’s what it’s really called, but basically the flowers will be beautiful. Finally, he had arranged an evening for us at the Fearington House Inn for our actual anniversary. Just another example of how wonderful my husband is. Back when I graduated from UNC, I had wanted to go to Fearington House for dinner since my mom and aunt were in town, and several people had talked about what a wonderful restaurant it was for special occasions. Well, I didn’t mention anything to David until two weeks prior, and apparently the restaurant is booked way in advance for graduation. David had remembered this and decided it was time we actually go there.

So this is where my psychic abilities kicked in. Yep, I’m psychic. I had been thinking just that day that David planned something overnight. I was thinking this because he was talking to his mom on the phone about our anniversary and I couldn’t think why he would need to do that. I knew she would be here and watch Harrison, but she knows what his schedule is so he wouldn’t need to fill her in on that. When he told me the plans, I sort of freaked out. Not because I hadn’t been away from Harrison or didn’t want to spend an evening with David, but because I had never spent a night away from Harrison. I will admit that tears ensued and a bit of panic. This had nothing to do with Nana’s capabilities or fear that Harrison would miss me. Although, two days earlier he had started crying when I was out of sight. I just love being near my little man. I knew he would pretty much be asleep the entire time we were gone since he goes down around 7:45 and doesn’t wake up until 7:30, but I was still crying.

I eventually got over it, and I was so glad I did. The meal was superb and just relaxing for an evening and waking up just the two of us was wonderful. The bed definitely was a bonus. I woke up and told David I wanted to take it home with us. I had not slept the night before because my right arm was giving me trouble, and I slept without interruption Thursday night. (Little did I know how great this was. Harrison would decide to wake up at 4 the next morning ready to play and 6:30 the following day). Oh, and I love my baby boy, but there are times when parents miss being just two people. You feel a little guilty, but then you understand things like this are vital to a healthy relationship, which only fosters a better relationship with baby. I was refreshed and ready to see my baby the next morning. As an extra bonus, we were headed to the beach later that day to spend the weekend with Nana B., Aunt Katie, and Suzette. What a wonderful anniversary weekend!