Life-improving products, part 4 - (Continued from part 1, part 2, and part 3.) Stearns Youth Life Vest (photo from Amazon.com). I’d been too scared to take the kids to any body of water oth...
June 12, 2007
City Hall and Taco Bell
Look, you can see my pretty new car seat. Er, Henry's pretty new car seat. Since we knew we were having a boy, my intention was to get a boyish car seat--but it happened that my clear favorite was one that could be for either boys or girls. That's the Graco SnugRide in the Devon pattern, in case you want to be car seat twins with me.
Today I loaded Henry into it, and I took four children downtown, half an hour away, to City Hall to get the birth certificate error fixed. This is the kind of downtown that is all one-way streets, paid and/or parallel parking, and other cars swooping around as I bumble along anxiously looking for the right street number, driving in the wrong lane because I am not sure I know how one-way streets are supposed to work and so I treat them like two-way streets. I was not made to live in a big city, and my periodic forays confirm this time and time again.
I would like to milk this situation for all the pity and sympathy I can get--but the fact is that I found City Hall on the first try, I found the parking lot, I chose the entrance that happened to be right outside the correct office, and I dealt with helpful city employees who got me out of there in about 10 minutes. The only glitch: I got all the way in there and realized I'd left the form in the car and had to lug everyone back out to the parking lot and back in again, but that was over quickly.
You are going to think I'm just trying to impress you when I say we stopped at Taco Bell on the way home, but the thing is I was feeling high on the success of the outing so far, and I pushed it, and I shouldn't have because by the time we left, Elizabeth was making awful toddler noises (it's screaming! no, it's whining! no, it's screaming!) and Henry was wailing that riveting newborn cry. Still, I felt good! We survived! We ate tacos! And when we got home, it was naptime!
One more thing, and then I should really spend some time with one of my many offspring. On Sunday--get this--I actually said to my mother, "You know what....Henry hasn't spit up even one time." Oh oh oh. *shakes head sadly* You would think that a mother of five would understand at least the basics, but no. So of course yesterday Henry spit up all over my shoulder, and today he did one of those projectile spit-ups that left his own baby self pristine but covered his car seat, my nursing pillow, and the blanket and pillow I use when I sleep in the recliner. Nice shot, Henry! Also, now I live in fear, because what I actually said to my mother was that he hadn't spit up or peed/pooped on me.
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