it went a little something like this ...
finn was in the midst of his scream-fest. which is oh-so-fun. let me tell you. EVERY night ... for about 45 minutes ... he screams as if you are causing him oodles of pain. there are tears. and the screaming. oh. the. screaming. none of the previously learned tricks acquired through the having of two older children seem to work.
... except he stops when you wash his hair.
yeah ... that's a bit quirky, dontcha think?
anyhoo. he was in the middle of the screaming. and the girls were up at the neighbors (probably to escape the screaming). and we've all learned that the BEST thing you can do ... besides the washing of the hair ... is to throw him over your shoulder and just let the screaming commence. because eventually it stops and the baby falls soundly asleep. oddly enough.
so ... while we all listened to the screaming ... we hula hooped. (and took turns losing hearing in at least one of our ears.)
and my dad won. because he was able to hoop it AND GRILL. AT THE SAME TIME.
wanna see his mad hula hooping skillz?
yeah ... so that's my dad, y'all.
i totally lost. even though after last summer's pure failure in the hulahooping department ... because i could totally blame the baby belly ... i semi-rocked the hula hoop tonight ...
and after everyone leaves ... in the wee hours of the morning ... i may just bring the hula hoop inside and practice it in my living room ... possibly while nursing a baby ... because ... BEAT THAT DAD.