So Hubs and I are still getting used to the whole concept of carrying the diaper bag around again.
And by carrying it around, we mean NOT FORGETTING IT AT HOME. Because today I walked out of the house with the little peanut in his car seat, and I distinctly thought to myself, “This having a newborn business is getting much easier. I feel lighter! I don’t feel like I’m hauling around twenty-two extra contraptions and bits of baby gear with me today!” And, people, I was proud of the fact that I had somehow, unknowingly, eliminated a bunch of baby paraphernalia that the pioneers never had, and I was on my way to town.
Except, as Hubs would say, I live in town, which renders going to town pointless.
Hubs continues to be hysterical.
I got the car seat strapped into the Suburban in record time, and I strapped myself into the driver’s seat, and I started backing out of the driveway, when it suddenly occurred to me, “What if little Thing 2 needs a bottle while I’m out?” And blam! Just like that I remembered!
The reason I felt lighter and more in control was that I was completely missing the diaper bag. We give ourselves bonus points, next-level-advancements and extra lives if we remember to leave the house these days with the baby AND the diaper bag!
After I got home this afternoon (With the baby! And the bag!), I realized that there was a bottle in the zippered side-pouch which I had not put there this morning. And then I remembered that WOW! I actually put that in there LAST WEDNESDAY, when Hubs and I took Thing 2 to his pediatrician’s office for a check-up.
And I don’t know if y’all know this or not, but you can make something very similar to a processed blue cheese spread with aged Similac. I had no idea.
In addition to remembering the diaper bag, we also clearly need to check it for concealed contraband that can turn into antibiotics with a week’s worth of aging.
Happy Tuesday night, y’all.