Its been two weeks, and I can’t procrastinate any longer.
Two weeks since my trip to Pittsburgh to see my biggest, baddest sister have the biggest, fattest baby ever. But I didn’t really watch her have the baby. Yuck. Aaand I’m pretty sure half of the words I used to describe Kate and the baby aren’t really legit words.
Two days after I started a new school year as a sophmore, I was already plain tuckered out and sick of high school, so it was real relief to be able to hop on a plane (for my very first time!) and head out to Pittsburgh to wait for the baby boy to arrive.
But first was the bus…
Which meant..waiting..for the bus. And arriving..at the wrong bus stop.
And waiting at the airport…
and walking. I.hate.walking.
Pittsburgh is a beautiful city, and there was so much to see and do. Due to the fact I kept forgetting to bring along my camera, I was able to really sightsee and enjoy everything.
Like getting a birds-eye view of the expansive, intricate city.
And getting the view through a child’s eye.
Dear little Princess Olympia is like no other.
She’s makes for some great photo ops.
Yes, we went up, down, and all around Pittsburgh. Everything was an adventure.
Like the park-where you can ride ducks like they’re bucking broncos.
and fly through the air like you’re Superman!
Speaking of flying through the air, Kate got me involved her awesome dance studio’s newest class-aerial silks.
As a farm kid who grew up climbing trees, ropes, and anything else that I could fall from and break bones/scratch me up and leave scars, aerial silks was almost second nature.
Until I woke up the following morning, and was seriously soar. Which would have been okay, had my older sister decided to lend a helping hand, literally, and give a back massage. But being two weeks overdue at the time, she wasn’t feeling too hospitable.
Yes, that baby just didn’t want to be born. Which meant my mother and I elongated our trip, and I got to miss another week of school. Which was fine by me. Until I came back and collected all my homework.
But the baby was born! Late, very late. And not on his own time. Because his own time, probably would have involved him being born walking.