LB spent this past weekend in Auburn helping host a baby shower for her friend Shannon. I credit Shannon for getting LB and me together, so I hope LB got her a cookie cake or something nice like that. It was also probably the most appropriate place for LB to be this weekend since Alabama was playing for the SEC championship. Good for her that she got to be in Auburn as Alabama choked away their first chance at a SEC championship in ten years.
Since LB was gone, it was just Little Bit and me fending for our selves for a couple days. We started the weekend with Ada sleeping until 8 Saturday morning which allowed me to “sleep in.” I remember when 11am was sleeping in. I’m not sure at what point in the past year and half that switch happened, but it has. I woke up feeling refreshed and confident towards the solo Ada weekend. We had a birthday to attend at 2, but until then the day was wide open.
We spent most of the morning running around the house. I would say “I’m gonna get you!” then Ada would take off running and I’d chase her down. She loves it. Every once and a while she would build up enough courage to charge me instead. I thought all of the running would wear her out so I tried to put her down for a nap about 11:30. I wanted her to be nice and rested for little Knox’s party. She wasn’t having any of that.
It kept getting later and later and still no nap. It was time to leave and she had slept maybe 20min. I was more than a little nervous about how things were going to go at the party. We, we meaning everyone at the party, lucked out because I forgot that the Rogers’ have two dogs. Ada loves dogs. She loves dogs more than she loves mooing at Chik-fil-a commercials. With a little help from the dogs, all the interaction with other kids, and possibly the whole piece of chocolate cake I fed her, we were able to stay until half time of the SEC championship game.
I left right at halftime, got home, gave Ada a bath, and she fell straight to sleep due to all the day’s activities coupled with no nap. I was back in front of the TV and all I had missed was Florida’s first possession. I watched Alabama completely dominate Florida in the 3rd quarter and was beginning to think they might actually pull it out. Mr. Tebow respectfully disagreed. He took over in the 4th quarter. That 3rd TD pass he threw was impossible. I think Tebow may be the greatest college football player I have ever watched, he’s basically a fullback who can throw the deep ball. Afterward, I was going to watch the Big 12 championship game, but I just couldn’t stomach seeing that score scrolling across the bottom of the screen every 20min. I decided to drown my sorrows with a nice man movie, Live Free or Die Hard. I needed a little football brain cleansing and the only cure I could think of was John McClane.
The past few Ada stories I have told have been more about her ability to use the bathroom than anything else, so I thought I’d mention this one. Sunday afternoon I needed to wash some clothes for work today. Ada was with me in the laundry room and I could tell she felt left out, so I let her in on some of the action. She was standing in front of the dryer, so I handed her a sock and she knew exactly what to do with it. Everything I took out of the washer she wanted to put in the dryer. This worked out well for a while, some socks, a couple t-shirts, she had it down pat. Then I pulled out a pair of wet blue jeans that probably weighed about 3 times as much her, but she remained fearless. I handed them to her and they immediately fell to the floor. I was proud of her though because she didn’t give up. She took one of the legs and got it just inside the door, then slowly but surely inched them completely into the dryer. She took off running when she finally got them in and thought it had worn her out and she didn’t want to be a part of the process anymore. I was still throwing the last of the clothes from the washer in when she returned. She had to gone into the bedroom and dug through a basket of clean clothes to find a used dryer sheet to throw in. I thought that was awesome.
Chalk another weekend up where Ada and I made it through on our own. Who need’s LB? (I'm just kidding Bezal, I love you very much and don't think Ada would be able to cook a pot roast as mean as yours, so please stay.)