Remember when I said I was playing host for a few weeks? Well, it’s over–and I have to say, it’s a bummer to lose all those extra hands to hold this kid while I brush my teeth. It was also so refreshing to have all that adult conversation. As much as I love babbling along with Baby Baer every day, I can feel my mental capacities slipping when it goes on for too long.
Despite not being able to do and be everything I wanted for my guests, I hope they enjoyed their stays. Whether it was just a stopover for dinner or multiple days and overnights, I genuinely enjoyed having so much company at once.
Some photo highlights from playing host:
A few day visitors stopped by to meet Waylon.
Followed by wonderful friends from DC for the weekend.
Gabe and Liza are so wonderful that I could cry about it. They brought us flowers and lunch, but most importantly–were very relaxed and content with just sitting around with a screaming infant. I appreciated it x10. Here we are eating breakfast (baked oatmeal, yogurt, peaches, and bagels). One meal I can quickly muster up during one of baby’s cat naps.
After their departure, Kenton stopped over for the evening to play cards. He also served as a great baby holder.
We rewarded him with enchiladas.
Next my parents stopped by for the day. I made baked spaghetti…
…and they filled up my cupboards and shelves with food.
They also spent time holding their grandson and giving me a chance to breathe.
The following day one of my best friends from Pittsburgh came for a three day visit to meet Waylon and help keep my sanity during Austin’s pre-test week. Unlike some medical schools, his tests are an all day event, stretching up to 8 hours in length. He came home very tired every evening from studying, but Jen had our backs. She was very helpful and encouraging and made my life better.
One afternoon we decided to try out the Chatter Box Cafe. There was a lot of lace and we were the only ones under 60, but the food was lovely and Waylon decided not to ruin our meal by screaming. Thanks dude.
After she left, we had an evening of rest before our next guests arrived. Waylon was pooped.
My sister and brother-in-law arrived the next evening and we promptly went to the fair. Kelly was excited.
She was also excited that Waylon looks more like her son than mine.
Waylon was very happy to spend time with his aunt and uncle and stopped crying long enough to have cooing conversations with both. We were sad to see them return to Virginia.
We also hosted great friends Katie and Wendell for an evening sometime in there. Is it terrible I can’t remember when? All I remember was that I made honey baked chicken and they brought beans, Popsicles, and Cranberry Almond Crack. I cannot express enough how thankful I am for guests who come with no expectations, helping hands, and an earnest love for our little family.
See more pictures of our summer here.