Weekend Wedding Warriors

Well, we've been Weekend Warriors before, but this weekend we were Weekend Wedding Warriors. After getting my sister to and from the Charles River (where her boat won their race at the Head of the Charles), we hopped in the car and drove down to White Plains. A close family friend's daughter was getting married and my sister was kind enough to come hang out in the WP to babysit Finley on Saturday night for the rehearsal dinner. Then, my good friend, Kate, and her husband, Mitch, came out on Sunday afternoon to babysit for the wedding. I failed to get photos with Finley and any of his wonderful caretakers...my bad.

We did, however, carefully document Finley's first bagel tasting. I figured his inaugural bagel should be an authentic NY style (boiled) bagel, so Dan and Finley went and picked up fresh bagels for everyone Saturday morning. First, I handed him the whole bagel. He turned it around in his hands a few times and tried to take a bite, but despite his five teeth - he couldn't break into it.

So I tore a big chunk off and then gave him the bigger half to see if he'd try to dive into it with the doughy center now revealed. Nah. More rotating and inspecting.

So then I dug out some dough and handed it to him, he snatched it up and shoved it in his mouth. A big smile and a hand out for more.

It was a hit! But we stuck with the doughy inside since the "skin" was pretty chewy and hard to breakdown. I'd say Bagel Power was a rousing success and lucky for Finley (and Dan), we brought all the extra bagels home to freeze.

On Sunday before the wedding, we spent some time outside in the lovely un-fall like weather. It was kind of humid and in the mid-60s. Finley was putting his shoes to the test by crawling around on the driveway and doing a little walking. He was quite distracted by all the delicious looking leaves and managed to get one or two in his mouth (bad daddy).

Crawling and walking may be fun, but being tossed in the air is by far one of Finley favorite activities!

The most adventurous part of the weekend, however, was our trip home. Kate and Mitch got Finley to sleep a little after seven (despite a diaper mishap that allowed Finley to prove he doesn't need PJs or a sleepsack to fall asleep) and we got back around 9 to put him into the car for the drive back to Boston. He was sound asleep, but woke up for the transfer. He chatted for about ten minutes and then snoozed for the entire three hour ride home, even staying asleep when we stopped for gas (unheard of!). We got home after midnight and tucked him into bed. He chatted for a little while and we were petrified he wouldn't go back to sleep, but he did and slept until just before 7am! WOW! Who knew he'd have such a great night's sleep with all those interruptions! Never underestimate a baby who loves catching z's :) Way to go, Finley!