There and back again....

Quick update on the weekend --

Kim and the boys and I pulled out Friday night at about 7 and headed for Chicago. Got there about 1 a.m. The boys did great -- entertained themselves for a couple of hours and then went to sleep. Woke up when we got to KK's and Allan (night owl that he is) was ready to roll. Griffith was disoriented and concerned that I was planning on leaving him forever. Not only did he need to have a visual on me, he needed to be in actual physical contact. Neither boy would get in the pack and play. And they wouldn't lay next to each other, either. They kept hitting, kicking, swatting and squawking. Finally I ended up laying in between them crossways across the bed and that's how we "slept" from about 3 until 7 when Allan decided to take a header off of the bed. His guardian angel must have poked me in the shoulder because I woke just in time to catch him by his leg and keep his little hard head from smacking the hardwood. Griff, not so lucky, he did the same thing about 45 seconds later (I hadn't even gotten Allan settled before Griff took off). Fortunately that same angel had shoved the diaper bag full of clothes right beside the bed. Griff hit his head, but didn't even wake up when I pulled him back in to bed.

We had breakfast, played, took a walk and got ready for the Cubs game. Lunch and a walk to the park and there in time for the National Anthem. Made it past the 7th inning stretch when I decided to call it. Good idea since the game apparently lasted 12 innings.

Griffith loved when the crowd cheered and would join in enthusiastically. He ate cheesy poofs and chips from the time we sat down until he fell asleep (for about an hour) and then resumed his grazing. He made lots of friends in the outfield.

Allan was a bit of a twerp -- he was determined to jerk the pony tail of the woman in front of us. Every time Kim looked away he would reach out and try to give it a yank. She finally had to go sit in other seats to get some relief. She and Kelly tried and tried to get Big Al to take a nap. He was clearly exhausted, but wasn't going to miss a minute of it. So he squirmed and wormed his way through the entire game. His butt had barely hit the stroller before he was zonked out though.

Spent the rest of the evening at KK's. Allan woke up about dinner time (How Griff ate any thing considering the amount of crackers he consumed is beyond me. When he didn't eat much of his dinner, Kelly confessed that she had fed him a bunch of strawberries when they were in the kitchen.)

Bath time followed. The boys acted as if they were being dipped in boiling oil. They.Hate.Baths.In.Strange.Places. They don't like it a bit better at Bailey's. I guess they need the home field advantage. Bath time, then, was mostly like a Southern Baptism baptism -- dipped them in and dried them off. Griff fell asleep by 7. Allan, refreshed by his late nap, put on a show until about 9:30 or 10.

Sunday we had breakfast, played a park, had lunch and headed home. The boys could not have been any better in the car. They slept for about 2.5 hours, but entertained themselves the rest of the way home.

Dad was glad to see his buddies and we were all glad to be home again. Everyone settled down and slept like angels, too.