I spent the weekend in two different hospitals and have no baby to show for it.

Before you freak out, I'm fine.  The title was just an attention grabber.  It's true, but an attention grabber nonetheless.

I'd also like to point out that C declared this the most enjoyable weekend since we went on vacation. The bar is apparently set pretty low considering the fact that we didn't do anything extraordinary. But in his defense it was work free, so that's a perk.

We started out the weekend with leftover meatloaf and funeral potatoes (now you can see why C enjoyed the weekend so much).  Then we watched Deja Vu (C did, I don't like the movie).  We were interrupted when C went upstairs to remind Monkey that it was time to go to sleep (an hour after we put her in bed).  He was greeted by a two-year-old who was holding her pants in one hand and diaper in the other while proudly stating, "I take these off." Umm, no, no you don't.  Fortunately there were no accidents while she was going commando.

I had be up at the butt crack of dawn on Saturday morning for a retreat for the non-profit board I serve on. The retreat was held at FMC (hospital visit #1). While lunch was included, it did not contain chicken salad.  If I haven't told you before, FMC has the best chicken salad out there. A five start restaurant doesn't hold a flame to our hospital's chicken salad.

C and I spent the evening at the Blue Jackets game were the Tampa Bay Lightning managed to score 7 goals.  It was a thriller.  But hey, I got a Skyline Coney Dog. So it was all good.

Monkey got to spend the evening with Grandma, Uncle Todd, and Aunt Janet, so she was as pleased as a peach.

We had the regular Sunday morning of church and lunch.  C assisted with communion and when he got to our row to help someone who needed communed in the pew Monkey belted out (in a dead silent church), "Hi, Daddy!" with a gargantuan wave. 

After lunch we prepped Monkey's big girl room and put her down for her first nap in a big bed.  She did fantastic.  Didn't get out once and slept for two hours.  We'll see how the second go goes tomorrow.

While C and I were picking up a bit before dinner, and Monkey was reading, I heard an odd noise in the living room followed by Monkey asking, "Did you hear that?" I responded yes and asked her what it was she responded, "I fart."  That's our C's daughter.

Grandpa came over to spend the evening with Monkey while C and I went to Mt. Carmel (hospital visit #2) for a nursing basics class.  My thoughts when signing up were, "it didn't work last time, so I'll do everything I can to try to get it to work this time."  After 2.5 hours we didn't learn anything new and realized we had all of the products recommended (and then some) minus a newfangled $18 bottle that came out when Monkey was 6 months old (and I just couldn't justify as we hadn't tried nursing for 3 months).  So in the end we spent $35 for me to finally accept that it wasn't my fault and there wasn't anything we could have done differently to get Monkey to nurse (C already knew that and constantly reminds me, in the words of Robin Williams, "It's not you're fault."). We also left the class much more excited about Baby Toodles (it's not that we haven't been excited, we've just had a lot on our plate recently).

We had grand plans of assembling our "new" dresser when we got home. I say "new" because we purchased it from IKEA in January and only now need to set it up (because the t.v. is currently sitting on the floor and I need my t.v.) since Monkey has our old one (which was C's when he was growing up).  But laziness got the best of us (as it also did the Bears apparently) and we ended up watching Sunday Night Football.