Often times throughout the day, I find myself walking in circles trying to clean, change diapers, feed a baby, go to the bathroom, etc. Most of the time, I lose track of what I set out to do...on the way there, by stopping to do something else. I would classify my daily routine as crazy, to say the least. I usually couldn't even tell you which way is up. But on a good day, I love it and wouldn't trade my life for anything. Just don't catch me on a bad day because you'll probably get an earful. Yesterday was an ordinary Monday and I was thinking to myself "Wow, we actually get to do nothing and stay in our pj's"...
I sat down to write on the blog while Lily was eating (or should I say 'stuffing') blueberry muffins into her mouth in her highchair. Landon was relaxing on the floor with a full belly trying to fall asleep. As I got to the part of the blog entry that discussed how our 18-month old was acting during picture-taking time, I suddenly remembered something really important. Lily's 18-month check up. It was 9:45 am at this point and I usually don't make her appointments before 10, so I figured we were safe...until I scurried over to the huge calendar that hangs on our refrigerator and saw "Lily's Dr. Appt. - 9:40". Crap. I'm never late to things like this and how did I forget this?
I called the doctor's office to see if we could reschedule, but because we didn't give 24-hour notice and it was a well check not a sick visit, etc...we couldn't reschedule for that day. We would also have to pay a fee. BUT, if we arrived within 20 minutes of our appt. (10 AM) we could still keep the appt. So here's what I did: I scooped Lily out of her chair (she had blueberry's everywhere, including under her fingernails), got her dressed, put a bow in her hair (we don't leave home without one), got dressed myself (the only thing I knew to do was to go to the hamper...I was sure to find a matching outfit there, without having to search), put Landon in the carseat as fast as possible (in his nightgown!), and we were about to be on our way until I discovered that Lily had gone #2. You can't take a kid with a poop to the doctor. I think that was the fastest I had ever changed a diaper. I was shocked that all three of us had made it in the car with clothes on (okay, so I didn't change Landon). I was missing my wedding rings, makeup, and combed hair, but the point was this: we were going to make it to the appt...but we weren't there, yet.
As I squealed into the parking lot on two wheels (probably not, but that's what it felt like) I threw Landon in the Baby Bjorn (for those non-parents...it's the harness that goes on the front of your body and holds the baby, so your hands are free) carried Lily up the stairs and ran into the doctor's office. Of course, the receptionist was on the phone and we weren't seen for another 10 minutes, but we made it. I swear if someone had a hidden camera somewhere we might have been able to win a million dollars on America's Funniest Home videos. Just an FYI...when you take your child for well-checks, you have to undress them, get them to the scale, keep them undressed for the doctor (keeping a naked 18-month old busy while waiting for the doctor was about enough to make me crazy), get them dressed, hold their arms while they get shots, etc. This was no easy task with a 14 lb. baby on the front of me, but boy did I categorize myself as Super Mom when we were finished. I may have looked like I just crawled out of bed (as did my children) but we made it to the doctor for Lily's appt. and all was great. She finally tipped the scales at 20.0 lbs and even had her diaper on. She has her mother's skinny gene. She'll thank me later.
Well, I need to get on to the next task: laundry. I'm sure I could think of a hundred things to write about so that I don't have to fold the clothes, but I'll just save it.
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