Yesterday was our anniversary. Two years ago we became Mr. & Mrs. G.
|Keith hates this picture because he thinks my earring looks like a giant booger coming out of his nose. Whatever, I like it.|
We are not big-deal anniversary type of people. In fact, and I know this is sad, I don't remember what we did last year to celebrate (wow, that is really sad!). Add a new baby to the mix, and my expectations for anniversary celebration are low. Which I am fine with.
Yesterday, Ruby and I went to our parent-baby class, which kind of ends up being an all-day event with getting ready and driving and traffic, etc. Keith had been pestering me to think of what I wanted to do for the evening. He wanted to go out to eat, but he can't really go out to eat. He has Meniere's Disease, and is on a doctor-ordered very very low sodium diet to control the symptoms. So that pretty much rules out all restaurant food. And what did I want to do? I wanted to go to Verizon and merge our phones into a family plan, since we'd never done it, and seeing as how I'm now unemployed, I thought now was a pretty good time. I know, I'm so exciting.
Keith left work early, so he actually beat Rubes and I home. She was pretty cranky by the time we got there and wanted to eat (did I mention the traffic?), so that was going to be the first thing on my agenda. I walked in and Keith was furiously cleaning. We have no idea why, but for some reason while I was gone our dog, Braidy, peed, pooped, and barfed all over the living room. Awesome. I have a pretty weak stomach for stuff like that, so I got the baby out of the car seat and retreated upstairs to nurse her away from the nastiness.
Keith came upstairs a bit later, and again asked what I wanted to do. I told him I wanted to go to Verizon (lol). He said ok, but then lets go to get dinner after. That was fine with me, I mean it was our anniversary. We left right then, because Ruby likes to go to bed at 7:30 and if she's up later, she is a total monster and really hard to get to sleep (even though she is totally tired).
So we went to Verizon and they told us it would be a 20 minute wait. Ugh. I don't think it actually was that long, but we had to play around on the iPads and stuff to entertain ourselves. Ruby, however, was not entertained and was starting to fuss. They finally called our name and the guy started the process, then told us the system that does it had been down all day, so he wasn't sure if it would work. Ooookay... Then Ruby puked all over me and her. Keith tried to clean us up the best he could, while answering the guy's questions. Ruby decided that would be a good time to start screaming. Yay! I took her to the car and told Keith to get me if they needed me.
After what felt like a long time, Keith came out and told me it didn't work because the system was still down. The guy gave him some 1-800 number to call to do it. Whatever. Ruby was still totally grouching, so we debated not getting dinner. We were all cranky at this point and needed to eat, so we decided to just go. Ruby didn't want her pacifier at ALL in the car, but I managed to calm her down by letting her suck on my finger and she ended up going to sleep. YES.
When we got to the restaurant she was still sleeping. Every time the waitress would come by and speak (loudly), she'd open her eyes, but Keith was having pretty good success with the finger-sucking trick. He ordered plain steak and plain vegetables so he could actually eat something. By the time the food came out, Ruby was awake and starting to get grouchy again. I was debating nursing her because she probably was starting to get hungry, but we ended up eating the fastest dinner we'd ever eaten and getting out of there. Keith had suggested getting dessert to go, I suggested getting Blizzards because we were right near a DQ (and we are never near one, yet always want them).
We got back into the car, and of course, Ruby was screaming again. Keith said he'd go in and get our Blizzards in case I needed to nurse her in the car. I thought we'd be ok, but then she totally freaked out so into the back seat I went and started to nurse. Five minutes later, Keith came back. Ruby was all distracted and kept unlatching, so finally we decided just to put her back in her seat and finish feeding her at home.
We got onto I-90, drove maybe a mile, then everything came to a complete stop. Yeah. There was not one, but TWO accidents. Traffic was a complete nightmare. Did I mention Ruby hates the car seat? She was screaming and there was nothing we could do.
We finally got home and I started getting her ready for bed. As soon as I put her pjs on, she puked all over herself. I grabbed another pair and her swaddle and took her into our room. I changed her, then asked Keith to watch her so I could go to the bathroom. In the two minutes I was gone, she totally freaked out (she'd been fine since we got out of the car), and then puked all over herself again! So she got another pj change, I finally swaddled her up, nursed her, and she was out like a light. PHEW.
Then I got on Facebook and instantly got spoiled as to how the women's gymnastics team final ended up. Thanks a lot, east coast friends. I ended up falling asleep right after that anyway.
So... yeah. Not the most romantic anniversary ever. That's ok though. It's been quite a couple of years as a married couple. Some people might say it feels like yesterday, but me? I feel like we've been married forever. Love you Mr. G!