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Sammy became a big boy overnight.
I don’t like it, and Jenny has termed herself a conscientious objector.
He learned to say “Anna” (my sister), “night night,” and “bye bye.”
He also learned to do this (not the crying, he knew how to do that. The other thing):
Oh yeah, and he stopped nursing. Where did my baby go??
Last night Bobby went to a concert with some friends and was planning to be out late, so I decided to take the kids to the park and out for ice cream. Sophie was none too pleased to leave the park and was still fussing when we got to Baskin Robbins. She even fussed when I tried to give her a bite of her chocolate ice cream – for some reason she didn’t like the looks of it. (I told you, she is CRAZY!) So, I did what any good mom would do and I SHOVED a bite in her mouth. After which, she decided chocolate ice cream is good, and she happily ate about 1/2 of the kids’ cup I’d gotten for her.
Fast-forward to 2:37 a.m when I hear Sophie crying loudly over the baby monitor. I take Ambien to help me sleep, and since at this point I’d only had about 4.5 hours of sleep as opposed to the eight you are supposed to be able to “devote yourself to” with Ambien, I was a LITTLE out of it. I stumbled to Sophie’s room and could smell the tell-tale stench of PUKE before I even opened the door. But once inside, I could not figure out how to turn on her light. I was just too out of it. Fortunately Bobby came in the room just then and turned it on, having his wits about him. It was then that we saw our little girl covered in chocolate ice cream puke.
It was not pretty. That, combine with Ambien dizziness and the smell, sent me running to bow to the Porcelain God myself. So. That was awesome. Bobby, who is Superman, sent me back to bed and gave Sophie a bath and cleaned up all the mess himself.
This morning, Sophie seems totally fine. Bobby said she was fine in the middle of the night, too. No fever, super-cheerful, etc. So, I am going to have to blame this one on myself. As Emily said when I told her about last night’s events, “That’s what you get for shoving ice cream in her mouth, MOM.”
Lesson learned!
Sorry, let me be more specific.
Remember when I was making fun of Jenny for being stuck in an elevator?
Yeah, well, sometimes Karma sucks.
You see, on Saturday, Jenny and I were leaving the MomSelect suite, where we had done a couple spots on MomTV (more on that later in the week!), and we were parting ways for a short break before lunch. I dropped off Jenny and Andrea at the seventh floor and then I was headed down to the lobby. I was talking to Andy on the phone when I realized that instead of going down, the elevator had gone up to the 17th floor. After a minute or so, I realized that it wasn’t going back down. I pushed a couple other buttons to see if I could get it moving, but it wasn’t working. I wasn’t going anywhere.
So what was my first course of action? You might think I’d hit the elevator’s “call” button or something, but no, my first move was to call Jenny and say “I’m stuck in the elevator!” I couldn’t believe the irony, and I was cracking up. Jenny, of course, started panicking for me. “Press the call button! I’m going to call the front desk and I’ll be waiting for you in the lobby!” she said.
So I did press the button, but not before I sent a text to Amy, Shannan and Tricia that said “I am stuck in the elevator I shit you not. I am fine but you must tweet this irony!”
My girls did not disappoint and immediately the tweets started flying.
I was bored (why is there no wifi in the elevator? Come on!) so I started texting other people who I knew would find the situation humorous. My sister and I exchanged a few texts from the 17th floor:
Me: You are never going to believe this but I am stuck in an elevator.
Sister: No way. Can u call? Need me 2?
Me: Help on the way.
Sister: Good. Jenny w u?
Me: Thank God NO.
Sister: LOL
I could hear people outside the elevator trying to pry the doors open, but apparently they weren’t having a lot of luck. As they worked hard to free me, word of my situation was making its way around Twitterdom, and I got messages of concern from friends at home.
Concern… or hysterical laughter.
But finally, the doors opened, and two nice gentlemen helped me out of the elevator.
As I disembarked the elevator onto the 17th floor, who did I see but our friend George the Crocs Guy.
“George!” I said, breathlessly. “I just got stuck in the elevator!!!”
He looked at my quizzically and asked “Does that always happen to you guys?”
So then I got back on the elevator and went down to the lobby, where a crowd of concerned friends waited for me.
Jenny was a little happy to see me.
Tweets announcing my emancipation were sent, and Cortney, remembering Jenny’s reaction to her own elevator incident, asked the million dollar question.
My answer?
