Since this year we are celebrating Christmas with J's side of the family, my dad decided to take a trip out to visit us last weekend for an early Christmas treat. Along with my dad came my grandma and Jori. My grandpa stayed in Sacramento to look after the animals and help out with a neighbor.
They drove out Thursday and stayed with us through Sunday--even coming to church with us, which was a nice treat. An interesting thing happened over the weekend, though. My dad and Zuri really bonded.
J had to work Friday, and even though Amanda was available, she wanted to look for a new job that day, so I asked Dad if he would be willing to watch Zuri for us. He said that would be okay, on one stipulation: no diapers. I laughed and told him to have Jori change her. As luck would have it--she pooped, and no one else was around, so Dad changed it. Lol, he told me I was in big trouble. ;-) I am not sure all that happened Friday, but a bond definitely formed between the two of them.Zuri would only calm down for Dad, and he would go in and check on her before bed. He even made a point to go say goodbye to her as he was leaving to go back to Tahoe (she had been throwing a tired tantrum and we had put her up in her room). It was so sweet. I captured a few of the moments on film!

It was a really fun, if exhausting weekend. Zuri doesn't sleep well when she is in the same room with us. For whatever reason, she tends to wake up more often and have problems going back to sleep. Saturday night, she decided she wanted to be up all night playing; the little bum. I think she crashed about half an hour before we had to get up to get ready for church. Consequently, we were all tired Sunday.
I wasn't ready for Dad, Grandma and Jori to leave. Their stay seemed much too short, especially with me having to work Friday and part of Saturday. Although their visit was brief, it meant a lot that they came out.
Life hasn't gotten back to normal yet, either. Early Monday morning I woke with a feeling of an oncoming UTI. I hadn't had one in almost a year--eleven months to be precise. I thought maybe I could flush it away and spent yesterday drowning myself in fluids. No such luck. I felt well enough after work that I didn't go to the doctor's office, which was a mistake. Last night I was in agony and seriously considered going into the emergency room. I made it through--finally falling asleep around four-thirty in the morning just to get up two hours later. I went in during my lunch break, and sweet relief, I got my prescription. I am still hurting but it is at least tolerable and I am not going to the bathroom every five minutes. I really wish that I could get an advance prescription or just call in and have them fill one out for me so I don't have to go through all this pain.
As for better things, Christmas is Friday, and we will be heading down to J's parents house Thursday morning. Tomorrow is my last day of work for the week, and next week is only a four-day week because of New Years. Yay! Most likely I won't post anything else until after Christmas, so for all of you who read this:
Merry Christmas!