How 'bout a weekend from Hell?

Sunday we went to The Cheesecake Factory and had a great lunch. This was the highlight of an otherwise horrid weekend. Cooper wooed the waitresses and people craned their necks to see the happy baby eating everything in sight. He got to have bananas and bread that the waitress brought him and he had my meatloaf and mashed potatoes and sweet tamale cakes as an appetizer. At the end of lunch an older gentleman came up and asked how old Cooper was and commented how much he enjoyed his lunch and how well behaved he was. This, of course, was timed perfectly with Cooper letting out a Banshee scream and bucking wildly as Brandon tried to strap him in is car seat!

PS I show you Brandon’s colossal breakfast burrito for no other reason than this was by far the biggest breakfast burrito I have ever seen. And yes, my hunka-hunka burnin’ love had no problem polishing this thing off.

The rest of the weekend was horrible. Thursday daycare called and he was sick again and had a fever (again, or still??) So I rush to get him and we went to the doctor where they tell me he’s sick (um, really? thanks- here’s your money) and sent us on our way. We then had the next several days of NO sleep, continuous crying, and refusing his bottle. One night we stayed up the entire night and cried (yes, both of us), while Brandon got his beauty rest (he claims he really isn’t good with a lack of sleep, um..and I am??) Poor Cooper literally cried and screamed all night and was completely hoarse the next day. As if this wasn’t eventful enough, he even managed to pop out his third tooth over the weekend.

Thankfully, by Sunday he seemed to feel better and that was why we went to the Cheesecake Factory. And while we have been making a good attempt at having him sleep in his crib, since he was sick we had him back in our bed. So....Sunday night we had put him to bed and stacked our barrier pillows around him and then the unthinkable happened (you know where I am going with this right?) That’s right-with no noise or warning, we hear a loud thump on the monitor and Cooper had steamrolled the barrier and fell off the bed (which, incidentally is REALLY high off the ground). Thank goodness he was fine; we kept him up for another hour constantly monitoring his physical condition (and I barely slept a wink for my neurotic vigil). But I felt, and still feel, terrible. I have tried to keep him so safe and then we go and let him fall off the stupid bed. So I can cross that 'parent of the year award' off of my wish list and this can serve as documentation for the emancipation hearing (which I was anticipating for the high school years, but Cooper may have a desire to move it up....way up).