I had an awesome weekend. Except for the part where I came downstairs Saturday morning to find that my cat had peed and pooped on the curtains. And the part where I came downstairs Sunday morning to find she had peed on both curtains. My cat is a real asshole. *
Other than the morning issues, though, this weekend was pretty great. Saturday was, I think, the best day we’ve had with Harper so far. She was insanely happy all damn day and took two good naps. We ran errands in the morning, then hung out at home and did lots of playing on her activity mat. I couldn’t handle listening to the same four Baby Einstein songs that came with it so I put the Pandora Rockabye Baby channel on my iPhone on and we listened to that. It is so much better than regular children’s music, but it is strange to hear the lullaby version of “Mr. Brownstone.”
We took H for her first hike in the afternoon. I carried her in the Ergo, which worked well except that it was warm. It was 80 degrees! It’s fucking October, enough with the heat. She slept for almost the first half of our walk and seemed to enjoy the rest. I was able to multitask and nurse her while still in the Ergo so we could keep walking, as there wasn’t really anywhere to sit that’d be comfortable to nurse. I did not perfect the art of photographing all three of us at once.
Apparently I can get my whole face and half of my husband and child. Fail.
Sunday started with the cat pee and a cranky baby (unrelated to the cat pee), but H’s mood improved quickly and we had a lot of fun playing all day. Rain kept us from going for a walk but H did watch her first Patriots game (which was a shitty loss to Cincinnati). Football is the only TV she’s allowed to watch and she loved it, or maybe just the novelty of watching TV. I’m going to pretend she was into the game.
J baked an apple pie last night and it was pretty awesome. He used honeycrisp apples and half the sugar so it was a bit tart, how I like it. I had a giant piece for breakfast this morning. If breakfast for dinner is a thing, dessert for breakfast should be, too.
Breakfast for dinner: yay or nay? I have a friend who hates the concept and doesn’t allow it in his house.
* I know that peeing outside the litterbox can indicate a UTI or other issue. One of our Saturday morning errands was a trip to the vet for a urine sample. They sent it out for testing to rule out a physical issue. We are all pretty sure it’s behavioral, though, and unfortunately nothing we’ve tried so far for that (Feliway diffuser, homeopathic anxiety drops, pheromone collar) is working. I’m really stressing that we may need to find a new home for my sweet girl. The thought breaks my heart.