Road Warriors

Matthew and I have returned from our action-packed weekend. And man does it feel good to be home. Friday afternoon we arrived at my grandparent's house in Kingwood and had a great visit with them. My grandmother seems to be feeling better and a little more like herself, and she was able to interact with us like normal. They had a great time watching Matt entertain them in his usual style. They were tickled to hear Matt actually call them "Mee-maw & Pa-paw". It was cute. Every time my grandfather would leave the room Matthew would call, "Pa-paw?" and go looking for him. We then headed down to Katy to my Dad and Ann's house.

Saturday morning the four of us went to a local neighborhood park to watch Matthew run around. He had fantastic fun going down the slides, playing in the sand and sitting on the swing with Poppi. After I put Matt down for a nap after lunch I headed into Houston for Erin & Kara's baby shower. It was fun seeing friends I hadn't seen in ages and eating yummy food (and my favorite...cake!) and watching Kara & Erin get all kinds of cute & useful things for their new little ones on the way. I came home and received the report that Matt had slept for over 3 hours. My dad and Ann had planned on running some errands with Matt that afternoon, but it seems that Matt had a much more important date with his bed.

Sunday morning while I was getting myself ready Matthew was rummaging through my wallet that he'd found in my purse. He came running up to me and thrust Steven's business card at me and said, "Daddy! Daddy! See Daddy!". I couldn't believe it. How did he know? I guess he recognized the Walgreens logo? Kinda freaked me out. Then once I finished up I opened up the door to our bedroom and Matthew went running out in a flash in his usual fashion while I was a step behind him saying, "wait Matthew, stop!". Matt rushed over to the stairs and came to an abrupt halt but one of his little feet was teetering on the edge and he lost his balance. And down he went. The first couple steps he slid on his bottom but then the momentum caused him to fall forward and he rolled over, his head hit the railing and the sharp wooden edging. His little body just rolled as I watched in fright not able to get to him fast enough. I finally stopped him about half-way down and he then screamed terrific cries of pain and fear. I felt HORRIBLE! My poor baby! He recovered quickly but then only wanted me the rest of the morning. He came away from it basically unscathed which is a miracle; he's got a little redness around his left eye. Ugh, stupid stairs.

Shortly after that ordeal we got in the car and headed down to Lake Jackson to visit my mom's grave site and to visit with our long-time family friends, the Brawleys. Matthew fell asleep not 15 minutes into our drive and slept the whole way down. It's always so weird driving around LJ. Since my parents moved a year after I graduated high school I never go down there. Now it's all emotional...I could hardly keep a dry eye while driving down there! The Brawleys were precious as usual, and I was delighted to get to visit with them and have their company while at the cemetery. We then drove back to my Dad's house, packed up, fed Matt dinner & put on his jammies, and got back in the car to drive home to Austin. I was ready to come home. And I'm so glad I did.

Today after Matt's nap, which I expect to be long, we're headed to good ol' HEB. There's not a stitch of food in our fridge.