Tuesday, July 08, 2008

10 seconds of parental terror

Clay was off of work today, so we had a family day! We started the day by bringing Jude to get his 2nd newborn screening at Harris Methodist Outpatient Clinic. This is when the parental terror began. First of all, we remembered how horrid it was to get Noah's heel stick done and so we preceded to play paper-rock-scissors to see which parent had to witness the brutatlity. I, of course, was chosen because the "kind" lady behind the desk escorted "mom and baby" to the death chamber. Clay was quick to volunteer to change a poopy diaper of Noah's- my, how willing of him. It turned out to be not so bad. Apparently, he bleeds a lot faster than little Noah does. Jude also happens to be not as dramatic as his brother. So the heel stick was over in a matter of seconds and we were out the door. We actually got out before Clay and Noah could finish up in the bathroom! This is when the 2nd moment of parental terror began. Clay was placing the wipes and changing pad in the diaper bag that was over my shoulder when Noah ran out of the waiting room. There happened to be an elevator door open awaiting Noah's entrance. Before either of us could get to him, he got on the elevator. Alone! With the door shut! In a moment of panic I hit the "up" button, the door opened and Noah was standing there looking very proud of himself. I picked him up, held him tight, and pleaded with him to never go alone on an elevator until he was 18! Clay said not to worry that Noah couldn't reach the numbered buttons, and if he had been able to people would obviously know he wasn't an employee of the building! I wasn't quite as calm about the whole episode.
After leaving with both of our children in tow, we enjoyed a tasty lunch of Chik-Fil-A. Not the healthiest, but Noah loves the playground! As a side note, I think it's hilarious when pre-schoolers call toddlers "babies"!
We are now back home with both babies sleeping. When they wake up, Clay's going to take Noah for a swim while Jude comes with me as I run on the treadmill. I've got to lose these extra baby pounds!

1 comment:

Jenny Frugé said...

Oh my gosh, Noey! You're going to give Mommy a heart attack! I had a mini-attack just reading about it! We are so grateful you didn't get too far!

Rob,

I can't believe you are exercising already! I know you look fantastic and you for sure don't have any baby weight to worry about - it was all Jude!

Love you,
Jen