Not really a vacation

I spent Monday to Friday of this "vacation" sick. Sick, sick, sick.

Although that was already fabulous, on Thursday, I got word from Teo's day care that he had a 101.7 fever and that I would need to come pick him up. So there we were, the two of us, sick. The idea was for him to go to day care and for me to frolick around town happily. The reality was quite a bit different.

Best. Vacation. Ever.

As my sister said on my machine, "Being sick at home with a sick baby when you are supposed to be on a vacation is just... sucky."

So anyway, now it's the weekend. Mateo and I are feeling better, and life is moving along. I am trying hard not to be bitter, but it's not easy. I get so little down time in my daily life, this vacation really represented a moment when I would just get to do some things for me. Accomplish some goals, take some time for myself, just drink a freakin' chai in a cafe and read the paper. Instead, I got maybe 25% of the things I had set out to do finished, and I never once got to just kick it and relax.

I am just trying to remind myself it's not a race. Things will get done in their own time. My body shut down because it COULD, and maybe that's testament to how badly I needed this vacation in the first place. And yeah, it sucks because it was my "me" time, but the other alternative was to have been this sick AT WORK, and we all know how awesome that is.

So. I am fighting to remain positive. And in that vein, I am posting some videos of Mateo and me clowning around this morning. It was a great morning with him, and, in the end, I really do need to chill on the complaining front. I have a fabulous son and a great relationship with him, and he makes me laugh and laugh and laugh every day. So much laughter is good for the soul. Who cares if my paperwork is a mess, my windshield wipers still don't work, and I have yet to clean my house? Also: what Christmas presents? Details, details.

I present to you: Videos

I listened to an almost obscene amount of Bob Marley when I was pregnant. I swear I was high on something the entire time; those hormones really did me some good. My mood for 96% of the pregnancy makes me think of that song "Three Little Birds." Interestingly enough, I have hardly listened to any Bob since the Tates was born, and I think it's time I bring him back into my life. Teo really seems to dig him. The really good dancing starts at about 00:57, so fast forward to then if you want to see what the little man groove:

Marley Man from odessa on Vimeo.

Mateo has started warning me about his poops. This will be very handy when we start potty training, but right now it's just hilarious.

Clearly an emergency from odessa on Vimeo.

Mateo and I got into a huge fit of the giggles. And then we started spinning. Nobody was injured during the filming of this movie.

Gigglesaurus strikes again! from odessa on Vimeo.