Week 47, Beer me!

By Matt
November 8, 2011

Flashback -- the year was 2010, sometime in the fall, after I had taken my 30th birthday trip to Vegas
Cyndi: (After some scheduling snafus) Well, it doesn't look like I'll get my birthday trip this year.
Matt: No worries, you can go next year, I'll schedule time off from work so you can do a long weekend somewhere.
C: Really, you think you can handle that?
M: Yeah, why not? Can't be too bad. If you do it sometime in summer/fall, it's not like they will be walking yet. I'm no Carmean, I can handle them.

Fast forward to about 12 weeks ago
C: So I think we're going to book the trip. Stacie said she's good for it, Todd will watch Lincoln that weekend. Sure you'll still good with this?
M: Of course. Hell, I'll even help you look for a resort and skim through reviews online. Internal thoughts, "Come on, I already feed them, bathe them, keep from putting fingers into light sockets, etc, what could possibly go wrong? [BTW, they ended up booking the resort I recommended. I rule.]

About 1 week ago
I start thinking, damn, next weekend is when it's just me and the boys, that came up fast. Those little dudes are really moving around now. And I don't often do dinner with them, hope they aren't too cranky. AND that's the weekend we turn the clocks back. Fack, this could be more than I bargained for. Shit, can I do this? Whatever, I'll have Todd next door if things really go to hell.

The day before
Shiiiiitttttt!!! Gotta go back to that old childhood mantra: I think I can, I think I can.....

All in all, this weekend has been long, but not bad. I purposely kept the guys up late on Saturday night to help with the time change. This was aided by Todd and I attempting to take all three boys out to dinner and making the assumption that 6p would be early enough to get a table without an extensive wait around here. WRONG! Folks like to get their drink on early here I guess. After we punted that idea, we returned home, I fed the guys, put them down and ran the monitor over to Todd and then hustled over to BW3s for some wings for us while he put Linc down for the night.
Sunday was more of the same with a little football watching interspersed throughout the afternoon. Sunday night, however, will be my submission for Father of the Year as we went out to eat - successfully this time - to Hooters. [If I do win for this, it must be shared with Todd as it was his idea - gotta give credit where credit is due]. There was a decent crowd, but somehow they had 3 highchairs available. Lucky us. Todd's buddy from work, Gil, also joined us, and I was thankful to have another set of hands to help; Gil was thankful to experience walking through the doors and have Hooters girls fawn over us. As we figured, the girls were in love with the boys and there was nary a minute where there was not at least one of them at the table making friends with our little guys.
Don't believe me? Check it out:

Tyler and 2 of the girls. Can't wait to show this at your Bar Mitzvah, son!

The only disturbing point of this adventure was that we were seated in the "lonely dudes" section, where the only other occupied tables each had a single dude. One was especially creepy, complete with pony tail and jean jacket, and I heard him say to one of the waitresses, "so you're off at 11?"

This morning I was scheduled for overtime at work - not sure a 6-day workweek as ever looked so inviting. Again, not to say the boys were a hassle, they just wear you out.

Some pics from the weekend:

Zachary (L) and Tyler discovering the sliding glass door/blinds

Tyler and Zach after our Sunday afternoon walk

Zach says, "What's up here, Dad?"

Yeah, yeah, I know the blog is one day late in being posted, just consider yourselves lucky that it was even written and that pictures were taken throughout the weekend. Similar to how I celebrated all my other little victories this weekend - getting them to take mostly full naps, them eating all the food I offered, complying with my wish for no diaper blowouts - it's time for a beer. Ahh, Fat Tire, you've never tasted so good. L'chaim!