The LG caught the little cold that's been going around the playground over the weekend. He has been feeling much better. I didn't learn my lesson from the croup a few months ago and let him cough and sneeze in my face as much as he wanted. I, of course now have what he has. He was up from about 4:00 am on, and so I was also. I was not functioning well Friday morning and just laid on the couch. He would play with his toys for a couple of minutes, crawl over to me and try to get me to come down, and then go back to playing. After the tylenol kicked in I started feeling much better and decided we should go take a walk- or the LG was running dangerously low on diapers and I didn't have much of a choice.
We got to the drug store and, what do you know? There was not one brand that had his size. I searched around the store and finally found the ginormous box of Huggies size 3. Lucky us. So, I stuffed that huge box of diapers in the bottom of the stroller and was on my way.
Since we were already out, I decided to make a stop at the library. I had a book on hold (no way was it Tori Spelling's new book- I would never go out of my way to pick that up). So we got to the library and I took the super slow elevator up to the first floor and checked out. On my way out I decided I would just carry the stroller down the 3 little stairs. I've done it before, and I didn't feel like waiting for the elevator. As I picked it up, the stroller crumbled in my hands. Now my baby's suspended upside down in it as I try to hold on before it completely collapses, as people are walking right by me. Finally a nice librarian came out behind the counter and held on to the stroller as I unbuckled my little man. I must have looked a little distraught. He told me to go sit down and moved my now totaled stroller along with world's largest box of diapers into the corner. He asked if I had someone to call. I honestly thought about pulling out my Triple A card. I mean it's how I get around this crazy city, maybe they could have helped. I know, I know, it's just a stroller, but this isn't a rinky dink stroller- it's the Bumbleride. It's served as my only form of transportation since we got to NY. So here I am, holding Christopher, trying to figure out what to do with this large pile of stroller. I finally figured out that a couple of screws had come undone and was able to fix it (I thought for good) and we made it home.
Our long day ended with an almost black eye (from Christopher attempting to crawl out of the tub and hitting a cabinet handle) and one more flip upside down in the stroller when Conan took him out in it later that night (guess I hadn't fixed it). I wonder when that Mother of the Year award will be coming my way? Soon I'm sure : ).
Christopher and me (post-dinner, pre- crashing out of tub)