On my way to work yesterday, I stopped at Panera for a large coffee and a cinnamon crunch bagel (yum!!). As I sat at the stoplight waiting to turn out of the shopping center, I glanced down and saw a coffee dribble on my seatbelt in the middle of my chest. I touched it, but it was dry, so I know it wasn’t from that morning’s coffee…seems I’ve found another use for seatbelts…protecting my clothes from my clumsy self.
Overheard in the Wal Mart parking lot last week:
Child to Mom: Mom,my I want Daddy to drive us, why can’t Daddy drive?
Mom: Honey, I’m going to drive us.
Child: But, I want Daddy to.
Mom: He can’t – he doesn’t have his license back yet.
I swear, I really did hear the above as I walked into Wal Mart last week…and I busted out laughing. I couldn’t bear to turn around though and see if the mom caught me laughing at her.
Ok, on to B’s adventure last week. Once a month I play Bunco with some ladies in my neighborhood. My SIL often comes and plays with us. On the nights when BIL is working, she brings my nieces and B watches them while SIL and I roll dice, chat, and feed our faces. Usually, it’s no problem…in fact, B has come to be known as the Bunco Babysitter, and he really enjoys it. He feeds the kids, sometimes gives them baths, plays with them, and helps them do crafts.
All was good until about 8:30pm the other night. My cell phone rang, and I when I saw it was B, I knew something was wrong. I opened the phone, said hello, and this is what I heard: “Get back here now. E is pooping everywhere!!” I threw the phone to SIL, and she listened for about half a second before she said, “I’m coming now!” threw down the phone and ran out the door. The rest of us just sat there not sure whether to laugh or pray or what…we finally decided to laugh, and pray!
It appears that my oh-so-adorable 2 year old niece ended up with the runs. She’s potty trained, so when she “blew out” (B’s words), it went everywhere. They were in the middle of playing some game when all hell broke lose…and my oh-so-sweet and loving hubby had the quick thinking to pick up the child, run her to the bathroom, strip her down, start to clean her up…and it was only then that he somehow was able to get his cell phone from upstairs and call us.
By the time SIL got there, he had done a lot of cleaning up already. He started barking orders to SIL about what he needed (towels, cleaner, etc), and only when she brought them to him did he throw up his hands and walk away, leaving E in the loving care of her mother.
I’m so impressed and proud of B!! He’s ALWAYS told me that he will never be a diaper-changing Dad (don’t worry, he won’t get off that easy!), and then he handled this fiasco in total stride. SIL and I made sure to tell him that this was WAY worse than a dirty diaper would be.
I think he’s making progress! And every day I’m more and more convinced about what an AWESOME dad he is going to be!