The weekend of the big 0-4

The last several days have been quite busy.  Drake turned 4 on Friday, complete with his yearly check up.  He reached a crucial milestone in his manhood: he had to pee in a cup.  He didn't just pee; he filled the damn thing.  And he was really excited to do it.  The other people in the waiting room could hear him shout, "Mommy!  Have they checked the pee yet?!"  I'm such a proud momma.  Flynn was very clingy in the exam room.  I had to remind him repeatedly that we were there for Drake and nothing would be done to him.  He was still skeptical, even after we left the office.  We joined Mom for lunch at McDonald's, baked cookies in the afternoon, and picked up Daddy at the bus station before going to Wendy's for dinner.  The day ended by watching the truck race.

Saturday was another big day: our Ikea shipment arrived.  One new couch, and two new beds with bookcase headboards. Assembling Ikea furniture with two small children in the house is a whole new set of challenges.  Taking out the old furniture freaked out the boys more.  Why is the chair leaving the room?  Why are you taking apart the crib?  Flynn didn't like being locked out of room, but, he steals important hardware and tries to use the power screwdriver on people.  Drake was quite helpful to Tim while putting all the piece together.  (Anybody need some cardboard?)  Flynn slept for the first time in his new bed.  He got used to it after a while.  Hopefully tonight will be better. 

Today, the Daytona 500 was on.  I had planned to take notes of the funny things Drake said during the race, like I did for the Super Bowl.  I didn't for two reasons.  1.  Racing isn't new to him, so his observations aren't as unusual.  He knows when a tire goes down and when an engine blows.  He listens for his driver's name.  He did lose his ever-lovin' mind when the commercial for the new Cars movie came on.   2.  I didn't get to sit and watch most of the race.  I was getting everything ready for family to come over, including getting more stupid frosting.   (BTW, congrats to Trevor Bayne for winning the race.  He turned 20 yesterday, and it was his 2nd cup start.)

If there is ever a time in my future when I question my abilities and dedication as a mother, I need to remember this:

Yes, I did that.  That's what he wanted: a pink guitar cake.

Now, Flynn and I are sitting on the couch watching DVD monkey (Curious George episodes).  All the family members are gone.  Drake went to the Grandparents' for his first overnighter.  Tim went to get in some poker time.  It's fairly early, and Flynn's eyes are starting to get heavy.  (No nap today-- new bed and too much excitement.)  Looks like an early bedtime for him.  As for me, looks like a good night to snuggle in on the new couch and watch Sixteen Candles while wearing my jammies and drinking an amaretto sour.  And there is still one more day to this weekend...