Just that kind of day

If I could give Henry an award for being a great baby, I would definitely do it today!

Somewhere between the lack of sleep and mommy-brain, I've done several silly things in the last week. Mostly in the kitchen, I guess. It seems I've forgotten how to cook with electric burners rather than gas ones, and have burned just about everything I've tried to cook this week (which hasn't been much). Sigh. This morning, though, I took my silliness outside. After going to Mass, I stopped at the grocery store to pick up a couple of things I wanted to have with lunch (I'm making lasagna... and I'm a little worried, considering the lack of success I've had with everything else this week). As I was returning my cart to the cart corral in the parking lot, something didn't feel right. I was holding Henry, so I knew I hadn't forgotten him. Then it hit me: my keys. I had clipped them to the diaper bag while shopping so that I wouldn't lose them. And then it had seemed like a good idea to throw the diaper bag in the trunk with the groceries, so I could pick them all up together when I got home. Oops.

Stranded in the parking lot, locked out of my car (and house), with a sick baby in my arms who hadn't eaten in several hours and was starting to smell poopy, I was glad for two things: 1- I had my phone, and 2- Henry was wearing a jacket. I tried calling Matt (at least 20 times), but he keeps his phone on vibrate and I knew that he would be sound asleep and wouldn't hear it. Not knowing what else to do, I walked home. At least I could wait in the stairwell indoors and keep trying the phone. So that's what I did. When I still had no success (banging on the windows didn't work, either), I finally called a friend to come get us. By the time she got there, I had gotten through to Matt and he let me in so I could get the spare key to my car. Niki drove me to go pick it up, and all was well with the world. Except that of course I took a wrong turn on the way home and it took a lot longer than it should have. And then I found five dollars. Ok, well not really. But I did see a person dressed up as a pig walking around the neighborhood. It's almost as good.

But regardless... through all of this, Henry was great. No crying, fussing, or even a runny nose. He just snuggled up when it was time to walk, and slept while I was making phone calls. And then when I was having a little meltdown in the stairwell, he woke up and started smiling and laughing. He's my favorite.