Busy, Busy, Busy

I meant to sit down at the computer several times this week and never got a chance to do it. Aidan and I have been busy little bees. On Wednesday morning we had our first day of Creepers and Crawlers. Aidan is again the youngest baby, and there are only three moms/babies signed up right now. All three of them are boys, so I'm interested to see how the older babies interact with each other and Aidan. Will it be rougher play than girl babies? Do all babies play the same? Random questions I have. The next oldest baby is Luke and he is 6 1/2 months, and then there is Riley who is 9 months. Riley is already toddling his way around rooms, and Luke is crawling, so Aidan laid on the floor and watched them cruise around the room. Whenever one of the babies was near Aidan or touching him, Aidan would automatically go for the baby's mouth. That's his thing right now...mouths. He loves to stick his fingers in other people's mouths (and his own) and feel around. Creepers and Crawlers is every Wednesday morning for an hour and a half, and I'm excited to watch the babies play with each other.

Wednesday afternoon Daddy watched Aidan while I tortured myself by going to the mall to find an outfit for my sister's engagement party this weekend. I had a gift card to the Limited, so I felt that I had to find an outfit there. I'm pretty sure I tried on every top in the store and each style of jeans in at least 3 different sizes per style. My dressing room was so overflowing with clothes I could barely move around in it. I finally decided on a pair of jeans (the first ones I tried on, of course) and a short-sleeved sweater. I forgot how insanely expensive clothes shopping is. Usually I go to Target where a top is $25 max. Thank goodness I had the gift card, otherwise Kyle's eyes would have popped out of his head when he saw the credit card bill. :) I really enjoy the thought of shopping, but it's not as easy as it used to be. I wish my "baby belly" would magically disappear without dieting or exercise. That would be fantastic....

Thursday morning I packed myself and Aidan up and we hit the road for Illinois. Six hours in the car is a long time for anyone, and babies are no exception. Aidan slept on and off for the first three hours and was pretty content. We stopped half way and I nursed him in a truck stop parking lot. Classy. Then we continued on our way, and Aidan was so NOT content. He screamed for about an hour and a half until I stopped in Madison. "Why didn't you stop sooner?", you may be asking. Well. I knew he wasn't hungry, and I had just changed his diaper, so the only logical reason for his crying was the fact that he didn't want to be in his carseat anymore. I tried his pacifier, he spit it out. I scrounged up another pacifier, he spit it out. I was out of handy pacifier's at that point, so it was let him scream and hope he fell asleep. No such luck, but after the stop in Madison he didn't cry for the last hour and a half of the trip.

Nana and Grandpa were delighted as always to see Aidan. Nana swears that he has grown since she saw him two weeks ago and I don't doubt it. She was so excited to watch him eat his rice cereal (which he promptly puked out after I finished feeding him) and help with his bath. I wish all of our family lived close enough that they could see Aidan whenever they wanted to.