Memorial Day Weekend

    Packing for a weekend at the cabin has never been easy, but now it is almost impossible! Even when I am just trying to get out of the house for the day it is a lot of work, but to add packing for myself and a little one now is exhausting! You have to try to get ready, get the baby ready, try to pack your own bag, try to pack the baby's bag, pack bottles, formula, toys, a stroller, and whatever else you think the baby might need while your gone. It's a serious task, and trying to do it all while watching the baby and making sure he is happy takes a lot of effort.
    This was our first weekend at the cabin so I was a little nervous about how it was going to go having a baby there. We started the weekend off at pizza pub, as always, and because it's where we all meet up everybody wanted to see the baby. The pizza was delicious as always, and the next stop was the cabin.
    When we got there the grass was so long it looked more like a field than a cabin. I think we all kind of wondered if the mower was even going to be able to cut the grass when it was that long, but it ended up being fine.
    The weekend went well, but at the time I was still pumping about every four hours which makes it hard to just relax with everybody. Also, Davis was averaging about two feedings in the middle of the night. He's used to his routine at home, so I knew this was going to be pretty challenging for both Bobby and I. We work pretty well as a team so while one of us runs downstairs to make a bottle, the other is upstairs doing what they can to keep the baby from screaming and waking the whole house up. Not a whole lot of sleep takes place, but you get the job done.
    All around the weekend was fun. It's so nice to have a cabin where we can all go, and spend time together. Hopefully we can keep it around for as long as possible.
    That Sunday when we got home Davis turned two months old. My baby is disappearing before my very eyes! It's such a weird feeling. As happy as I am to watch him grow, and be able to do more I'm also sad at the same time. Every outfit that he grows out of makes me realize how fast their little bodies grow, and how I should cherish each moment for what it is.
    Having a newborn is hard, but it's also super special. It's a time where you get to reflect on life, and realize why you have worked so hard for everything that you have. It's coming to the realization that life isn't about yourself anymore. All the petty drama just sort of disappears, and your left with one thing that matters. Nothing else matters, which is crazy because before he was here those things mattered. It's really just a crazy experience/feeling.