great expectations

This weekend did not turn out as I had hoped. I was dreaming big after a wretched week of work. Here was the plan. House of Cards and wine on Friday; a visit to Purcellville on Saturday; cherry blossoms and Mad Men premiere on Sunday.

I feel like a more accurate title for this post would be #lifewithkids. Or kid, in my case.

What I got instead was a very sick boy with an ear infection (his first) and a trip to the Children's National Medical Center on Friday evening. A series of sleepless nights and restless naps ensued. A follow-up trip to the doctor revealed that not only were we facing an ear infection - as diagnosed - but we were also staring down two-year molars - as suspected.

In looking back over the weekend, though, it was surprisingly bright, considering. Baby Beeton was a trooper, and even when sick has a super sunny disposition, so there's that. And, we got gelato for everyone following the hospital visit on Friday night. Delicious. Plus, we had an impromptu get-together with the Purcellville crowd who kindly came out, cooked us dinner, and brought us Easter treats (including a sweet little wheelbarrow for spring time gardening).

So, even though the best laid plans did not come together, we still made it work. Just don't tell me what happened on Mad Men. I still haven't watched it.

Keep sweeping, Martha

PS - Here's a little video that Grammy took when babysitting the other day. I've got to get myself one of these iPhone things.