Me!!! Why you ask? Well, last week we had a streak of awesome weather here in Bend. It was sunny, and breezy, and delightful to be outside. (cue the song: "Good day Sunshine") (did you sing it?? Perfect.) So, some friends and I planned some outings to take advantage of the delightfulness, starting with a day at the river. This is a river that moves at a snail's pace, so it is not as if we are taking small children to the sit ashore the the Parana River (which turns out is the 8th fastest river in the world) We took them the week prior, and they mostly played in the mud, built sand castles, or dug holes, and maybe get their feet wet, but definitely got their clothes really dirty. It had been a normal day for me thus far. A little frazzled here and there, but mostly things were running smoothly, but of course, a little frazzled when I was arriving, because just the mere task of getting all 3 boys out the door, and with a packed diaper bag is a small miracle. The particular spot we like to go to has a trail, a park, and shopping all nearby so parking can be tricky, and by "tricky" I mean I will most likely be parallel parking. I should have known after I missed my turn twice to go into the parking area altogether going back through 2 round a bouts that this was going to be a bad idea, this frazzled me further, because I felt I was already running late.I found an awesome parking spot. I tried my skills at parallel parking. I then had a parallel parking fail Once. Ok. Twice. Half way into a third, and then moved up to another parking space that I thought I could luck out and parallel park the first time. And luckily totally rocked it that time. I jumped out of the car, Rowan already crying. The list of: "How this is going down" began to form in my head. Grab Josh, then Rowan. Wait no, I need to get the stroller out of the car, then Josh, then Rowan, then Kaj. Grab the diaper bag, throw it into the bottom of the stroller. Kaj can sit in the back, click the carseat into the front, Josh can sit on the top while I hold on to him, and then we are all systems go. That was the plan. My van does this awesome thing. When I turn off my car it automatically opens my door, it does not open any other door, so I got to the part of the plan that was get the stroller. Dang it. The back was locked, go hit the button of my door to indicate all doors unlock, just as I realized I hit it the wrong way, locking all the doors, my door shut. My purse, my phone, my keys…and my CHILDREN all locked in the car. Expletive. Rowan was already crying, and it was a rather warm day. New plan. Run as fast as I can to my friend who would have her phone, run as fast as I can back to the car, call the police (I knew the police had to come unlock the car promptly if they knew kids were in the car) but encourage Kaj to unlock the car with his feet. (I had seen him do this many times) This time the plan was executed perfectly. So, as unawesome as this moment was, I did stay calm, and Kaj did end up being able to open the door just as the police arrived to help.
So, just to top off the day, almost to reiterate the kind of day I was having- that night Josh pooped in the tub. The water was drained, and Kaj told me what happened as he jumped out of the tub. I walked over apprehensively to see what mess I would be cleaning up, and Josh was still standing there, apparently unbeknownst to him what the big deal was. I asked Josh to hurry and come to me, and then he turned around, got frightened, and has not been able to look at the tub the same since. Living the dream over here.
