This is my favourite sound in the world.
It might be trumped by other things, like when little c says "Mama" for the first time and knows who Mama is (he's currently saying it but hasn't put two and two together yet). Or when he tells us his first joke. Or says something completely mind-blowing, which will probably happen next week.
But for now, I'll take this.
Guess who are the biggest Rush fans? It's not me or big c, but we got to hang out with them last Thursday night.
Oh, and we got to meet Getty and Alex from the band too.
We're kind of a big deal.
My friend S from university contacted me a couple of weeks ago to let me know she was coming to SLC and would I like to get together with her. Duh. Of course I would. It's been 4 or 5 years since I last saw her and she's a pretty cool cat (she's a firefightress so that makes her even cooler. Or does that make her hotter since she's always around fire?). Oh, and would we like to go see Rush as her husband is the head of security for them. Duh. Of course we would! I knew 2 of their songs.
(Note: Not only is my friend S a pretty cool cat, her husband, K, is a very interesting guy. I guess you have to be if you're going to tour with a rock band that's been around as long as me.)
We took our neighbours who actually ARE big Rush fans and got to park with the tour buses, take a tour of the stage before the concert began, meet Getty and Alex (Neil heard I was coming and decided I was too much for him), go on stage during the concert, AND have front row MIDDLE seats. Craziness. Pure craziness. Oh, and when I was shaking Getty's hand, I yelled "I'm from Canada too. I'm from London!!" He wasn't nearly as excited about that information as I was in sharing it.
It was THE best concert I've ever been to and I've actually lost track of all the concerts I've been to. It was so great, we didn't crawl into bed until 1:00 a.m. and had enormous smiles on our faces as we giggled ourselves to sleep that night. We couldn't wait to tell little c all about it the next morning.
Enjoy the photos.
$140,000 drum kit (not sure if that's CDN or USD).
Hello Getty Lee's bass guitars. It's a pleasure to meet you.
We were so close I could smell his aftershave. It's Old Spice in case you were wondering.
See all those people out there? They should have been where we were.
Proof that we are cool.
I suppose we should put a photo of the world's best drummer in here, even though he didn't want to meet us.
These senior citizens really know how to get down.
And one final parting image of Getty Lee's butt for the ladies. Not bad for someone who has been rocking and rolling since the year I was born.
If you've been reading my rants for awhile, you know who Lefty is. If you are reading this for the first or second time, you probably won't know who Lefty is but I bet you're smart and can figure it out.
All I want to say today is Lefty is a little backed up again. I have a giant plug in her and am not sure how that came about. I didn't eat any crazy amounts of saturated fat this weekend, which is usually the cause of her backing up. We bought an enormous bag of basil at the Farmer's Market on Saturday and I did make homemade pesto last night and then made pizza, but took it easy on the cheese. The beauty of making homemade pizza, right?
So if you see me, please don't hug me too tightly today. Lefty and I will probably both groan in protest.
Today I will be brief.
I just want to express how truly grateful I am to have a healthy and happy baby. So many things can go in a direction you don't expect during a pregnancy, delivery, or first months or years of a child's life. So far everything with little c has been perfect, and for that I cannot type how grateful I am for that fact without getting tears all over the keyboard.
I know I've shared how hard it was in the first few months and we joke around about him being lazy because he's not showing any initiative to crawl, but man I adore that kid and I know I am SO. VERY. BLESSED.
What are you grateful for today?
Have a wonderful weekend. I'll see you back here on Monday with some photos of the band I met last night. Maybe you've heard of them...
The following is a blurb from little c's daycare newsletter.
"The Koala class is becoming so mobile! Nathaniel can officially sit up from lying down and he can crawl as well! Campbell is getting so close to crawling. Lucy and Reese are starting to scoot around as well. Cohen is so content to sit and play with the toys around him. William loves to get a workout in the exer-saucer and he has also started jar food, which he loves! We welcomed Austin to our class recently. He is such a calm and cute baby. He is adjusting so well!"
Big c and I can read between the lines. What do YOU think they're trying to say? Leave your comment below.
Making more baby food. I wonder how long I'll keep this up. I hope for a long time but I get distracted and bored with things really quickly. You can place your bets below (kidding).
Tonight I'm making squash, carrots, blueberries and beets, which I just burned. I didn't use the Beaba to cook them since I'm trying to knock out so many things at one time. Burnt beets do not make a home smell very good.
It smells worse than the inside of a(n) Hungarian's boot.
Broken-down bbq, weeds, and dead roses. But maybe you would have only noticed the cute kiddo with his Sophie if I hadn't of said anything.
Little c and I had a lovely weekend together since big c was at his 20 year high school reunion in Jerome, Idaho (shout out to all those that attended that read this blog--I heart you and am sorry I didn't make the trek to meet you! Hurtful, I know).
Here are the highlights and the lowlights from the weekend:
Highlights
Dinner at G&T's house where little c was an absolute delight in his black muscle shirt. He and I had the best night in 7 months together
Wine tasting with fun friends at Hancock Manor while little c slept despite the fact that he enjoyed 4.5 hours of nap time earlier in the day (growth spurt maybe?)
Spent most of the weekend making baby food from aforementioned produce. Little c enjoyed all of them, including the green beans which he had been iffy about before
Big c's return home
Photo shoot outside on the lawn of the Manor
Seeing a wonderful friend who is days (hours maybe?) away from delivering her baby boy
Little c discovered the "d" sound and now says "Dada" over and over
Lowlights
Huge baby strollers and huge dogs with diarrhea at the Downtown Farmers Market
Aching shoulders from little c strapped into the Baby Bjorn at the FM. Must investigate the Ergo Baby Carrier
Too much wine at the wine tasting. 8 bottles = too much wine for 4 people
Getting upset with big c because he couldn't get a shot of little c and mommy without the broken-down bbq being in every damn shot
So it was a fabulous weekend all in all. I'll include photos tonight. And maybe, just maybe, I'll show you one with the broken-down bbq!
