Day #3 of Vacation

Yesterday, we slept in (on accident). It was Father's day but we had already given Ryan a gift with his birthday presents so we went to his parent's house to give his dad his gift. (We also had his mom's birthday present as her birthday is two days before Ryan's... as well as his sister Kelly's.) We promised his dad a trip for the boys (Ryan, Poppy and Ben) to a Brave's game. He showed us his 400ft tall tomato plants... okay they're not really that tall, but they sure looked like someone gave him some magic beans like those from Jack and the Beanstalk! We spent some time there with Nana and Poppy and ate lunch and Ben played with his new toys the spoiled him with.
In the meantime we were supposed to be taking dinner to the Elton's but they called to tell us earlier in the day not to worry about it because they weren't coming home because little baby H had jaundice. We were going to postpone until Monday night. Well, after Ben's nap at home we were about ready to head out the door when Mark called and said because they were staying one more night in the hospital they would appreciate if we could bring them some dinner because they were WAY sick of hospital food. We quickly whipped up some yummies and rushed it to the hospital and then spent the rest of the evening over at the Terry's house.
It was somewhat of a taxing day because Ben not only has hit his terrible 2's but he's also STILL TEEEEEETHING!!! AH! I had NO idea it would last this long! Just as I thought we were all done for a while, his canines all just came in...there's more. He was acting like he was teething but I thought "surely he's going to get a break from his 2 year molars... surely..." nope. I had him open his mouth and right there... in the back right is a molar that's almost all the way cut through. Poor kid. He even said "momma, my mouth hurts" last night and this morning when he woke up. I just pray they'll come quick so we can be done with it all. It's so strange how every kid is different. I think my mom thought I was using teething as an excuse for his occasional yucky behavior because she didn't think it could/would last this long either. But seriously... I guess he just has to take his time with a few things! Like potty training... ugh... I don't want to talk about it.
Anyway... day #3 was good... but now that means only 7 left. :( Sad Face.