Mommy's night in

Tonight, my husband and brother were out of the house (at a NEEDTOBREATHE concert. We love us some NTB!), so it was just Colin and me. After feeding him a peanut butter and jelly sandwich (Hush, you've fed it to your toddler, too. Besides, we are in desperate need of groceries), I was feeling ambitious and decided to take my little guy for a walk. I plopped him into the Radio Flyer wagon and off we went.

From another day, but you get the idea.

So there we were, having a grand old time walking around the neighborhood, and I decided I needed to remove Colin's socks, as it was really quite warm out. I turned toward him, let go of the wagon's handle, and ... (oh, I feel awful admitting this) the handle flew into the wagon and hit my poor baby right in the face. I felt like the world's worst mommy as he burst into tears, and I proceeded to pick him up and carry him home on my hip, pulling the wagon behind us. So much for the walk.

The rest of the evening, Colin pretty much looked like this.

Yes, that is Secret Life of the American Teenager on the TV. It's my guilty pleasure show; leave me alone. I know it's terrible. Also, yes, it is ironic that the dog appears to be laughing at my noticeably agitated son. Anyway. I wondered if the wagon handle to the face gave Colin a headache or something, and when he continued to fuss and cry off and on, I gave him a dose of Motrin for good measure. Finally, for a short time, I got some high-quality snuggles with my boy.

Shortly after taking this picture, Colin started rubbing his eyes like crazy, so I put him to bed. He immediately started crying, which is unlike him. So after a few minutes, I went in to check on him and could tell by the raunchy smell that he had pooped. Awesome. He cried through the diaper change and through the cuddling I thought might comfort him. Nothing worked, and he was rubbing his eyes again, so back into bed he went. Within minutes, he was asleep. Poor little guy. He spent the afternoon with Mema and Papa (Justin's parents) after they picked him up early from daycare today, and apparently he was worn completely out.

What did I do with the rest of my evening, you ask? I got drunk as a skunk, stripped down to my underwear, and took the neighbor's lawn mower on a joyride around the neighborhood.

No, not really. I ate a whole bag of popcorn, watched the movie Courageous, ugly cried, cleaned up the kitchen, took the bathroom trash out, and sat my butt right here on this loveseat to stare at Facebook, Pinterest, and Blogger. Good times.

And now it is 11:30 and my tired eyelids are begging to close, so off to bed I go. Good night!