...go awry. Our weekend extravaganza didn't happen exactly as planned, much to my frustration. But things happen, plans change and you make adjustments. Lynn ended up being sick on Friday. So after spending all day Friday packing Finn and the car up, I had to decide if we were going to scratch the whole weekend or just the Ortonville leg. I called my mom and we decided that if the weather was good on Saturday (there was supposed to be some wintry mix out by them), we would still head to Murdock when we got up on Saturday.
It was probably a "good" thing that Jim didn't leave work early on Friday to head to Ortonville...since he was there until 9pm! Once he got home we watched a few episodes of Friday Night Lights (LOVE LOVE LOVE this show!) and called it a night. I got up Saturday morning to make Jim buttermilk waffles. We both love waffles and I had some extra buttermilk from another recipe, so I thought, "why not?" The texture was a little too soft, but the taste was good. We ended up heading out around 11am, which if you know Jim at all, is quite the feat to have him up, breakfast eaten and ready to go before Noon!
We had a great time at my mom's. It was kind of nice that it was just us because normally things can get a little crazy when everybody is there. My grandma and grandpa Smith came over Saturday afternoon, which was wonderful. Again, when we see them, there is usually 30 other people around (not that I don't love those 30 people!).
They each got tons of Finn time and of course, Finn loved the extra attention. I don't think they minded the attention from Finn, either! Then on Sunday, the four of us headed to church...and Finn was super tired. He was ready for a nap when we left, so church was a little difficult. But we managed by constantly shoving snacks in his mouth to keep him quiet (you do what you gotta do!). Afterwards, Renae and Nick joined us for brunch back at mom's until we left to head home.
We stopped at Emma's birthday party for a bit on our way home (I can't believe my little princess is SIX!!) and then crashed once we got home. It was a great weekend, but it seems when you are away from home, you need another weekend to relax when you get back!
So, even though the weekend wasn't how I planned it would be, it was a great weekend.
Nearly half a million babies (1 in 10) are born premature in the US each year which is higher than that of most other developed nations. This is the journeys of our first born son, Finnegan, who was born 14 weeks early and weighed only 1 pound 15 ounces at birth. Of our daugher, Korrigan, who was born a healthy 7 pounds, 7 ounces at 37 weeks. And of our second son, MacKeegan, who was also born at 37 weeks at a whopping 8 pounds, 13 ounces. Our continued adventures reminds us daily how good God is.