There's no place like home, kind of

MacTroll drove X-man and I up to Davenport this weekend to watch one of my cousins get married. It was all good until we pulled up to the church where there was a very large playground. Since X-man had pretty much been either in the car or a hotel room all day, he wasn't interested in going into a building with a bunch of people he knew... but felt weird about them being out of place. 

So we missed the entire ceremony so he could play on the swings. An ambulance went by at one point and he took off toward the road and ended up sitting on the top of the hill with his dad, overlooking the road and pointing at cars telling him what colors they were. I just watched the two of them together. I took some photos but they are very far away. I figured after having X-man to myself last week, MacTroll might be looking for some quality time with him. And let's face it, watching traffic is one of X-man's favorite things next to watching trains.

We were informed as the folks spilled out of the church that the reception wasn't really starting for another two hours. That worked out okay, because X-man needed dinner. So we went to the Granite City Brewery. Somehow my dad, MacTroll and brother-in-law managed to all order various kinds of waffle fries. We got X-man fed and headed to the reception. Dinner was served at 7:15 p.m. X-man was ready to go at 7:20 p.m. No dinner for Dad and Mom. He fell asleep in the car on the way back from the reception. 

He woke up when we got back. I had forgotten his sleeping bag, sigh. So we had asked for a rollaway. Unfortunately, they were out so they brought us a "kid bed," which is a portacrib. X-man took one look at it and said, "No Baby Bed! Big Bed! Big Bed, Mama!"

So... he slept with us in the king-size bed, which at the rate he moves around in circles and kicks and elbows wasn't really restful for anyone. 

We hung out for a bit post breakfast with the fam. Then we headed out before some storms moved into the area. 

We stopped for lunch in Peoria at MacTroll's parents for about an hour or so. X-man was falling apart because he needed to nap, but didn't want to get back in the car. He napped for about an hour and 15 minutes on the way home. 

And then after dinner tonight became an absolute beast of a kid. Tantrums, biting me, biting MacTroll, pulling my hair, throwing my glasses on the street, poking me in the eye... it made me never want to take a walk around the block with him again. That's right. That's all we were doing. But he kept trying to eat rocks, or throw things into puddles or other stuff that was just to stall the fact that he knew it was getting close to bath and bed time. 

Sigh. He cried through bath. And was so tired, he couldn't even get into his bed. MacTroll had to lift him there. And he fell asleep immediately. 

I'm hoping tomorrow is a sweet X-man day.