The Weekend Recap

First, I had no idea people would love my wrestling commentary. Maybe I am missing my calling? Seriously, this child kicked my ass this weekend. She’s picked up some new moves that I wasn’t prepared for at all. I’m tempted to move her into pull-ups, just because it would be easier to change her that way. I thought giving a cat a bath was difficult, but this, well, this is far worse.

Friday we had a failed attempt at going to the zoo. It sounded like such a simple plan: Aaron, Cordy and I would go to the zoo and meet up with another couple with child, all do lunch, then walk around the zoo together. Well, it seemed like a good plan, but apparently it was the plan that every other parent in Columbus chose as well. I’ve never seen the zoo so crowded. We tried to find food, but the shortest lines were probably at least a 30-40 minute wait. Yes, you read that right: that was the wait for food, not some new and exciting ride. Crazy. In the debate over what to do, we ended up leaving on our own and taking Cordy to Olive Garden.

Saturday we had friends over to the house and we hosted a small dinner party. As I think I’ve mentioned before, I’m no cook, so it was off to Whole Foods in the morning to pick up some mostly-prepared dinner. I chose spinach and cheese manicotti, bison burgers, grilled vegetables, salad, and chocolate cake. Yum!

We also got the biggest financial setback of the past few months on Saturday. Aaron took his car to the mechanic because the brakes were acting funny. Turns out the back brakes were pretty much gone, and it would cost $650 to replace them entirely. Now, we just had the brakes serviced less than 6 months ago, but it was just the front brakes. You’d think they would have let us know at that time that the back brakes would need replacing soon, but they didn’t. We need both of our cars (that rant will be saved for another day), and we can’t afford another car at the moment, so we had to pay for the fix. I think the car has now doubled in value.

And then there was Easter. Cordelia had been an angel on Friday and Saturday, so we should have realized it wasn’t going to last. It didn’t. I’m not going into details at the moment (because I’ve entered the details into Queen of Spain’s contest), but let’s just say this mommy needed a stiff drink when she got home.

Finally, the highlight of my weekend:

Cordy is now drinking from a sippy cup without assistance!! Long ago I wrote of our struggles with the sippy cup. Cordy spent many months using us as her personal cup bearers, too high-born to dirty her hands with the menial task of holding her own cup when she’s drinking. But over the past week, she’s mostly stopped bringing the cup to us so we can hold it for her.

How did we do it? Well, it’s clear that’s a hot topic, since I get several Google searches for it weekly. Truth is: I really don’t know. She finally just gave in, I guess. There were several times I played dumb and didn’t hold it high enough for her to get any liquid. She would then get frustrated and grab the cup away, as if to say, “Sheesh, lady, can’t you do anything right?” If you’re going through the sippy cup battle, I say to you: it will end at some point. It’s sucky advice, but it’s all I got.