Uriahpalooza

We woke up Sunday morning - early, because Finn was awake - changed his diaper and put him back in bed with us for a couple of hours because, dang it, nobody wants to stare down 6:00 on a Sunday morning.  Luckily, Finn fell right back to sleep snuggled between his mama and daddy, and we were able to get another couple of hours of sleep before Finn kicked us both awake.

While we stole a few more winks, however, Abby was busy up and down the hall, taping balloons all over the house in an effort to make the place more birthday-appropriate and festive; when Uriah finally got up he was escorted down the hall by an array of rainbow colored balloons.  In all honesty, it looked like a clown convention threw up in our hallway, but Abby was excited and extrememly proud of herself, so we oohed and ahhed appropriately.  All things considered it was a low-key birthday that doubled as sort of a farewell party.  Uriah got to stand behind the grill all afternoon, which is his favorite place to stand (second only to standing next to me, I'm sure.).  And in spite of the snow that fell in the evening, we had a long visit with our friends Shaun and Rachel, even after everyone else had gone home and the kiddos had gone to bed. 



Uriah is leaving tomorrow for the first part of his training and I plan to start packing full-force.  I'm trying to keep our new schedule straight in my head and practice my deep-breathing exercises and I'm trying really hard not to worry too much about our mornings going smoothly (I hate the morning.  It is not my most stellar time of the day.).  Abby is already asking to have a movie night on Friday and I'm sorely tempted to give up a night of packing to Bella and Edward.  Sunday is our niece's first birthday party, which I will take the kids to by myself and next week is already filling up with work and a doctor's appointment and making sure I have a menu planned to ease the stress of the evenings.

I miss Uriah already and he's still sitting right next to me.



{Mine | 3.27.11}