Yesterday was just one of those days. Traveling by yourself with a toddler and all of their stuff is not something I recommend. The fact that I am totally my mother reincarnated (meaning I cannot pack lightly) may make it slightly worse. But there I was strolling through the airport with Max in the stroller, my diaper bag in the bin below, my backpack full of all the extra just in case essentials clipped to the stroller, a duffel bag with my pack and play over my back, the big convertible carseat over my arm that is pushing the stroller, and pulling the roller suitcase full of clothes. Then the stroller wheels hit a piece of trash and got going out of control and I thought I was going to be in train wreck city. Luckily I stabled myself and meandered to the counter. I was more than a little frustrated and then they guy at the ticket counter had the gumption to ask why I didn't have someone to help me. Ugh. I made a snarky comment of why my husband couldn't help me and put him in his place, but it really irritated me. There was no need for such negativity.
Max had a super runny nose and was a little cranky, but in spite of that did decently on the place. I thought thinks might be looking up and then the emotions got the best of me. There was a gentleman on our plane in uniform and for some reason it just triggered sadness for me. I haven't seen someone in ACUs in forever. Then watching him unload his bags made me think back to how many times I had seen GB lug his around.
This was the mood I was in as I begin the trek out to my car with my luggage. It was quite the process and several people offered to help me. I think I have seen too many Law and Order: SVU episodes because my mind raced to all sorts of horrible scenarios so I politely declined after thanking them for there offer. Finally after what seemed like a sweaty hour, I arrived at my car and hit the unlock button. Nothing. No click. No unlocking. Nothing. I stuck the key in the door with a sinking feeling in my gut. Sure enough. My battery was beyond dead. Ugh. So I did what every other person in my position would do. I cried and called my mom. Sometimes I am such a baby.
Thanks to the Airport Parking Department for coming and jumping my car. And thanks to the maker of Landshark beer because it was just what I needed after a not so awesome day of traveling.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Friday, August 12, 2011
The other title that I considered for this post was “Holy cow, did that all come out of you?” but I figured that might not be as appropriate or kind of me so I stuck with the First Haircut. The day of the big cut was full of adventure and not of the fun kind. There I was sitting on the deck at the cabin enjoying a nice cup of coffee while Max napped when my mom’s best friend who is also our family salonist (sidenote, but my brother legitimately thought that was a word when he was like 13 so it just kinda stuck as a family joke) called and said she could fit us in at 10:45. Awesome, except that is was 9:20 and I needed to shower, Max was napping, and then needed to be fed, and my mom decided she would join us so she needed to shower too. I accepted even though I should have realized that with a 30+ minute car ride it wasn’t really doable.
In the car we go at about 10:15, so my mom drives like
a maniac slightly wild to ensure that we make the appointment on time. About 10 minutes in, Max starts crying and continues for most of the trip, I thought I was going to vomit, and even my mom was sick while she was driving. We continue on and arrive only 5 minutes late. Awesome. I open the door to get Max out and witness an awesome sight. He is covered from head to toe in vomit. It is soaked into all of his car seat and completely drenched his only outfit. Even more awesome. So I strip him down, and try to towel him off with a few paper towels and then I haul him into the bathroom at the salon to do the best I can to eliminate the nasty sourness that was emanating from him. The only thing I had extra in the diaper bag was an onesie, but we didn’t want to upset him again right before his haircut so my child got his first hair cut in just his diaper. Classy, right?
We ran a few errands while we were in town and then headed home to deal with the nastiness that was the car seat. So the car seat was the one my mom had purchased for her car and my dad had been in charge of installing, etc, which is probably safer in the long run, because my brain does not work that way. At all. I discovered this after it took me over a half an hour to get the stupid seat unhooked and taken apart to wash. However, that is NOTHING compared to the 2 hours that it took me to put it back together. I tried so many wrong ways of assembling it. There were some definite tears and maybe a few choice words. I have discovered while I did very well in school, I am definitely not so smart in the art of car seats.
|The pictures are a little out of order, but oh well...|
|Getting a kiss from Miss Wendy for being such a good boy while his hair was being cut!|
|The side view!|
|I adore this sweet boy!|
|He is so cute, but he smelled so bad!|
|Getting started! Notice the nice nakedness.|
|He did so well sitting still!|
Posted by NicB at 6:52 PM