I had about the lamest weekend ever. I think the highlight was when I put a crick in my neck while making a rosary for my mom (its a Mother's Day present...shhh). Yeah. I forced Leo, under threat of bodily harm (I still have quite a weight advantage on him) to take me out somewhere, anywhere Saturday evening. So we went to Royal Oak, got a (decaf) coffee and walked around. Leo and Owen had spent the day sleeping on the sofa, I spent the day making the aforementioned rosary.

On Sunday, Leo golfed with his dad and I cleaned out his closet and ironed. We had a great dinner with his parents. Unfortunately, Owen decided that even though he had eaten right before we lef, he was hungry again. And I have never nursed in front of my father in law (he's the only person that I'm nervous about it with, I even nursed in front of my dad without a second thought) so I exiled myself to the basement of the restaurant. I did get to hear the managers arguing, as they're offices are also down there. The building also happens to be the place where Jimmy Hoffa was last seen. I did not run into him in the basement, though. Just me, my boobs, and the baby.

And speaking of the baby....

The chicken diaper is on its last settings. I'll miss you, chicken diaper!