Sometimes I feel like a major klutz. I've been known to take corners too fast and run into walls. I swear I do embarrassing things all the time...so much so that I don't even think much of it. Basically every time Jason does something klutzy he says, "That's something YOU would do, not ME." Yeah yeah.
So, here are a couple of stories.
This first one isn't really my being klutzy so much so as forgetful (I seriously just typed forgetable instead of forgetful and stared at it for 2 minutes trying to figure out why that didn't sound/look right. Um yeah.)
Episode 1: So a while back we got Jack a new stroller to keep down south in SLO. It's a Graco stroller with a tray. The tray though doesn't come down between the legs. So, in order to ensure that your kid doesn't slide out you have to use the seat belt. Ahem. So, I had him seat belted...no problem. Then I pulled him out to look at books. When I put him back in it totally slipped my mind to seat belt him. So, I'm downstairs in Barnes and Noble and I'm pushing the little guy out of the store. As I'm pushing I start feeling resistance. So I push more of course...makes total sense. You see, the canopy was down and I couldn't see what was going on. After MORE pushing I finally thought, "Did something fall out of the stroller and get caught in the wheel?" I walk to the front and there is my child with his head on the stroller seat, his arms up by his ears, and basically his whole body hanging out the bottom...with his feet being pulled under the stroller...BECAUSE I KEPT ON PUSHING. The best part was that there was a lady who was staring horrified. I picked Jack up and he was totally fine. I think he was more bummed that he didn't manage to actually escape. When I got home to tell Jason, the whole scene was suddenly hilarious. The way Jack looked, the lady's expression. I laughed so hard I cried, literally cried while retelling it. Good times man. Good times.
Episode 2: We went to a free day at a museum in San Francisco. It has lots of art and is in general a rather swanky, nice museum. It is also crazy about food only being eaten in the cafe. Not even in the lobby where there is no art. Not even to give a couple of bites of banana to a toddler. Yeah...I tried. Anyways, I was worrying about whether it was a good idea to bring Jack. Turns out I should have worried about myself. We were in this dead quiet room and there was a tour going on. I reached under the stroller to grab something...no clue what. I had to pick up Jack's snack trap for some reason to get to what I needed and apparently the lid wasn't on all the way. It was of course completely full. Cheerios went EVERYWHERE. You would think that Cheerios wouldn't be loud when they fall on the floor. You are wrong. They are VERY loud. Jason looked horrified. He's such a museum guy...and totally gets embarrassed way easier then me. So, I bashfully picked them all up and put them back in the trap and then 3 hours later proceeded to forget that they had fallen on the floor and handed them to Jack. He ate 2 or 3 before I remembered. Meh. Just keeping that immune system strong. :) Oh, and then after the Cheerio incident I went to the cafe to feed Jack. When I was walking out I pulled open the huge all-glass door wide enough so that I could get through with the stroller in one fell swoop. Welp, pulled it way too hard apparently and it SLAMMED open. I was certain I shattered the thing. I didn't. Just got a whole lot of stares. Yikes. I knew I didn't like museums. ;)
And that's just a couple of things recently. I'm sure there is way more.
I'm hoping I'm not the only one who does these types of things...right??? :)
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