So, I disappeared there for a week or so. I took off a few days from work, then got sick, so I decided to just stay in bed and ignore everything else. It was lovely. Thankfully I started to feel better by this past weekend, so we were able to accomplish quite a bit. Well, Aaron was able to accomplish quite a bit, and I spent a lot of time entertaining Gabbie. But, it was fun. We tailgated (I’ll post a picture later), we watched lots of football (my team lost, his won, sucks when that happens!), Gabbie played in the yard for the first time since we moved in (the mosquitoes have finally abated some; previously you couldn’t go out there without getting at least 5 bites, I swear), and then she had her very first milkshake, which was the absolute highlight of the weekend for all of us.
She and I were out running errands for Aaron, who had been doing yard work all morning and into the afternoon. I figured he could use something to cool him down, so we stopped by Steak and Shake to grab a couple of shakes on the way home. The whole way home, Gabbie and I passed our vanilla shake back and forth. I watched her eyes light up with her first sip, and heard her get whiny if I was taking too long to give the shake back on my turn.
For some reason, I have this fear of her drinking too much cold too fast and getting a bad cold headache, and think she’s too little to realize the pain will soon abate, so when we got home, I put the shake in the freezer for a few minutes while I unloaded the car. Cue absolute hysterics. She had tears streaming down her face and she was yanking on the freezer handle trying to get it open (oh, boy am I screwed for when she finally can, because she knows that’s where we keep the ice cream). She plopped down on the ground and continued screaming and crying while Aaron and I laughed and laughed (I could just bet that if she could speak she would have told us she hated us for that, but it really was incredibly funny). It took me about five minutes total to unload the car, and she cried the entire time. When I was done, I picked her up and gave her a hug. She had those after-a-hard-cry hiccups, that are adorable and break my heart at the same time. A few minutes later we went to get the remainder of the shake out of the freezer. There wasn’t much left, and I’m sure you can guess what happened when we finally finished it.
Yep. More hysterics. I threw the cup away and she even went so far as to try to get the cup back out of the trash, but I wouldn’t let her.
Shortly afterward she went down for her over-due nap. I think we were all equally relieved.