Can you say hot mess? Because that’s the only way to describe the Brooks household this morning. I jumped out of bed shorty after seven to the sound of Arabella crying. My response was probably quicker than it would have otherwise been because the baby monitor amplifies the crying and makes it seem worse. (You can hear it coming from the nursery– and also from the monitor, which is being broadcast at a pretty high volume to ensure that it wakes us up). She was fine, but had rolled onto her tummy and gotten stuck. It’s all fun and games until she ends up on her tummy and is too tired to propel herself back onto her back. For the most part, she is able to roll around pretty freely these days. Honestly, she seems to actually enjoy being on her tummy because she kicks her legs and reaches with her arms in a seemingly desperate attempt to crawl. She has also mastered maneuvering herself in circles and pulling on blankets to reign in toys that are just out of her reach. Slow down, baby girl. Your time to crawl will come.
Baxter wasn’t himself last night, so Jarmon stayed home this morning and took him to the vet. Baxter wasn’t sick, but would yelp anytime we tried to touch him– and also wouldn’t leave our side. Very odd. The vet thinks he just had a bad landing and strained a muscle. He said it was most likely nothing to worry about.
Jarmon couldn’t find his keys, so he took mine when he left to the vet. This typically wouldn’t be a problem except that I needed to run some time sensitive errands. Undeterred, I took my spare key and also a spare set of house keys we recently had made. The problem was that the car keys and the house keys weren’t connected. When I got home I (was preoccupied with Arabella and) accidentally left the house keys in my car and closed the garage door behind me– oops! Locked. Out. Luckily Jarmon was checking out at the vet, but it meant about 20 minutes of waiting outside in the somewhat chilly fall weather that neither Arabella nor I was dressed for. Arabella was not happy– and it was a definite mom of the year moment. Also, this was all happening an hour before I needed to leave to work– and as Arabella’s babysitter was arriving. The babysitter no doubt thinks I’m a hot mess given that on another day she was here a contractor I wasn’t expecting (scheduled by Jarmon) showed up at my house about a half hour before I was supposed to leave to work. One of these days I will get it together. Today is not the day.
By no small miracle, I made it to work on time. It wasn’t as eventful a night as Tuesday (when a Cubs fan kissed me during my live shot), but it was a busy night.
During the evening, I logged in to the ADT app to see if Arabella was still awake. (We keep the camera in the living room where Arabella spends most of her time so that we can see her anytime we want when one of us is away– don’t laugh, but we did this with Baxter too when he was a puppy and spent all of his time in a playpen in the living room). Anyway, to my surprise, I couldn’t see anything. My darling husband– bitter about the fact that I had scolded him earlier in the week for watching Fox News instead of playing with his daughter– had turned the camera toward the wall. I could see nothing. I was mad for a moment, but then started laughing (hysterically) out loud. This (amazing ability to not only match my snark level, but also raise it) is why I married him.
Also, I haven’t posted in a few days because it’s been a hectic week. You see, we came back from our fun-filled weekend in Pittsburgh to find ourselves truly on our own with a baby. Up until this point I was either not working or my parents were in town helping… sometimes both. In other words, we had some really sturdy training wheels. Well, the training wheels are officially off… and we are plowing forward one day at a time. We managed a family night out for Sushi on Wednesday– so I’d like to think we are doing pretty well. We’ll just ignore the fact that Arabella *almost* knocked over my wine.
Trina Orlando 