sick... he'll have fun anyway

It's official everyone in this house is sick. We missed a Christmas party last night and it looks like we'll miss my office party tonight. Being sick doesn't seem to slow Ryne down much. He was going full blast, all the way up until bedtime. He enjoyed a juice box, made some phone calls, modeled his new winter cap & Christmas shirt - he & April made, and played football with Alan. Being almost 9 months pregnant, exhausted, and sick I laid on the sofa while the boys ran around. Alan asked me (I am half asleep at this point) to keep an eye on Ryne while he got Ryne's bath ready. Sure, but do you really have to ask me to keep an eye on my own child? Looks like you do...... I started dozing again when all of a sudden I felt a cold wet little hand on my face. I open my eyes and see ryne wiping his mouth and tongue with his hand. "Oh no, where did he get that water he is enjoying so much?" You guessed it, the bathroom! Usually the door is closed or the toilet lid is down. Not the case last night. This has NOT been my week.

How cute is this little Christmas onesie? The head & bells are Ryne's footprint and the antlers are his handprints. Thanks, Ms. April!

could of happened to anyone... right?

I took Ryne to see the doctor today. He has been coughing, running a fever, and his nose is leaking like a faucet (total yuck). Turns out he has a virus, poor guy. The appointment was quite uneventful. Checked his weight (27lbs), checked his temp., his ears looked good... the usual. As we got ready to go I asked him to hold my keys. They always make a good distraction when I am doing things, such as paying for the visit. He really enjoys playing with the mini skinny that is attached. We headed to the car and I proceeded to load him up. He was enjoying himself so much I decided to let him continue playing with the keys and just use my spare set to drive home (note: the spare is in the middle compartment). For a moment life is peaceful.... grand even. I said for a moment! The minute I shut the door I hear it lock!!!!!! PANIC! If this were a Jeff Foxworthy video this would have been the point where he handed me "my sign".

It's funny how fast thoughts can race through your mind. Like 'can I get him to press the unlock button', 'should I call a locksmith', or 'would I look stupid if I started crying right now'. I quickly raced inside to find a phone. I feel my face turning red hot. A lady who had seen me leave with my 17 month old son gave me a strange look when I entered the office without him in my arms. How embarrassing is this?! I asked the receptionist if I could use the phone. Of course, there is one hanging on the wall around the corner near the lady, who is wondering what I am doing without my son in tow. Knowing that Alan has my valet key on his key ring I quickly dialed his cell praying that he would not be in a meeting or on a conference call. Just a few rings and he answers - Yea, I am saved! In my lowest possible inside voice (just above whispering) I tell him the situation and he responds with "I'll be there in five minutes". Ok cool, so my husband didn't sound too mad. I quickly race back outside (why did I have to park so close to the front door?!) where I see my flashers blinking in sync with the sound of my horn as my child is constantly pushing the lock button. I rush over to his window to make sure his is ok. Of course he is! He has a huge smile on his face - almost laughing. All I could do was laugh at myself and beg him to push another button. Then a little bit a fear came over me. What if he pushed the panic button? What new level of embarrassment would I reach? Luckily, I am a friend of God... I hear angels singing 'Hallelujah'. Ok, it was really the sound of the doors unlocking, but it might as well have been angels. I whipped open the door and grabbed the keys out of those chubby little hands. What a relief!!! Fortunately, Alan hadn't made it to his car yet when I called him back. I mean the whole thing from the time he locked the doors probably lasted 3 minutes - at the most. Note to self: Don't give Ryne the keys! Buy him a fake set.