With a Baby on her Hip

No, I wouldn't call myself a Redneck Woman...far from it.  But my daughter has suddenly decided that she cannot exist without me holding her.  Now granted she did just get her MMR shot last week so she could be feeling a little under the weather.  I however had a gorgeous Saturday yesterday and a deadline to complete cutting down the tree out front so I couldn't just walk around holding my daughter all day.  Especially since upon reading my previous blog my husband responded, "you can't be a country girl, you don't like dirt."

We started the morning by grabbing some breakfast at Old School Bagel and then went grocery shopping.  After putting the groceries away my husband and I went out in the backyard where we we have been diligently trying to remove a secondary fence and develop a plan of improvement for our plain, weed infested yard.  My job was to unscrew all of the screws in the fence and remove the pickets.  I was cruising along for awhile until my leech...aka my daughter...came toddling up grabbed my leg and wouldn't let go.  I picked her up and proceeded to continue operating my cordless drill and removing fence pickets with a baby on my hip. 

Project number two for the day...remove the remaining limbs on the tree that poops on my car.  It was a glorious victory.  Maggie was fine playing on her own until I started helping pile limbs up.  Then magically she couldn't stand the thought of me walking from one place to the next.  So, of course I wasn't about to just sit and watch the manual labor carry on without me...I needed to work off a few Spring Break pounds.  So, I loaded up my extra 16 pounds and off I went dragging limbs with a baby on my hip. 

By the time we finished with this I was starving.  As my father likes to say, I was so hungry my stomach thought my throat was slit.  We packed up and headed to BWW, our favorite wind down spot.  The wait... up to an hour and a half.  So we moved to our back up plan, which last night was eat at the bowling alley, and I guess while we are there do some bowling.  Wow what an experience we had here.

This was Noah's first time bowling and he was happier than a tornader in a trailer park.  Maggie however, not nearly as excited as brother. Actually, that isn't completely true.  She was excited about all of the bowling balls as long as Momma was holding her.  The minute I tried to give her to someone else, SCREEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMM.  The cry was ear piercing and for the weak hearted momma, heart crushing.  After two frames, I couldn't handle the stares from other people and I decided I would just bowl with her.  The first two frames I bowled with her I got spares.  Was my little M&M my good luck charm?  By the end of our two game extravaganza I had bowled 5 strikes (I'm usually lucky to get 1), two of which came back to back, quite a few spares and broke 100 in both games.  It was amazing.  I did better bowling with a baby on my hip.

Maybe I need a couple more!