Saturday my son and I go to the hospital to take Jessica and little Kaylee home. We were excited, rushing around to make sure we have everything done that needed to be done. I tell my son we have to stop and wash/vacuum the car because I'm not picking up Kaylee at the hospital in a car that is wearing several days worth of a dirt road jacket. We get that done and it's off to the hospital. My son heads inside while I stay to make sure the carseat is properly installed in my car. I open the back door and there is NO CARSEAT IN THE CAR. I could not believe this had happened. I call up to the room and say, "Jessica, now don't get angry but we have a slight problem...no carseat". Dead silence on the other end, then, quietly, "you have got to be kidding me". Nope. Wish I were, but nope. My son and I left the carseat at the CARWASH! WHO DOES THAT???? I have to admit that I found it hysterically funny. I had tears rolling down my face...partly because it happened and partly because Jessica was so angry and partly because my son was mortified. My husband went down to the carwash and the carseat was sitting right where we left it, so he met me on the interstate halfway to the hospital. All is well. Everyone home safe, happy, and with a good story for the baby album.
Phew...I've got to get better at this grandmother thing. Last week it was Brayden locked in the car for an hour and now this! The last week of being 50 years old left a lot to be desired. I hope I have all of this out of my system now.
Our granddaughter, Kaylee Ann, arrived yesterday morning at 10:28am. I'm happy to report that everyone is doing well this morning after a dicey delivery yesterday due to a ruptured placenta. I barely made it back to the hospital in time and wasn't able to hold her until late in the evening. She's beautiful.
Oh...and for news of the weird...I have an identical twin in Houston. We both now have granddaughters born on November 6th.
Nope, not me. I can forget all about being grandmother of the year. Normally ultra-careful, uber-protective me left the keys in the car to run something into my son's house, came out and my grandson had locked the car doors. I've never done something so STUPID before, but Brayden has also never once touched his seatbelt until I have told him it's okay to do so. I was furious with myself and terrified but not panicking...YET... Initially I was hopeful. "Let's play a game and you push ALL the buttons". Push he did, but it was the same button over and over and definitely not the one that I needed for him to push. "I push the button, gam-ma. I did good". "I driving, gam-ma". I keep pointing to the button I want him to push, telling him to push the button and he goes "that one?" while he pushes back at my finger in the window then proceeds to push the same wrong button he has now pushed 500 times. Okay...panic sets in and I realize that I've got to do something. My son lives in the country so neighbors are not within sight or hearing range. I decide I have no choice but to get to a neighbor's house for help. While I'm running, I'm thinking "oh God, what if he cranks the car and finds the gas pedal while I'm gone". "What if he freaks out because I've left him alone". "What if, what if, what if". Jack, who I have never met, grabs a coathanger and runs with me back to the car. Then the cell phone (in the car) starts ringing and Brayden is digging in my pocketbook trying to get it. "NO, DON"T ANSWER IT!!!!!!!!!" I'm yelling through the window because Murphy''s Law tells me that this caller is going to be his MOTHER checking in on us to see what we are doing. Three times the cell phone rings while Jack is working away at trying to get in the car. Meanwhile, Brayden manages to find the horn and is having himself a good old time pushing THAT! Desperate, I start searching around my son's house and finally find a shovel. "Jack, I think I'm going to just distract Brayden and have you bust out the small back glass". I walk over with the shovel and suddenly, "Voila". Jack has got the door open. PRAISE GOD!!!! Brayden says, "I have FUN, gam-ma. You fun-ny". I'm crying and laughing and hugging Jack all at the same time. An hour had passed. It felt like an eternity!!! Thank GOD the weather was cool and we were parked under a tree. Thank GOD that "Jack" was home to help. Thank GOD my grandson is safe.
Once I get it back together, I check the missed calls...all three from my daughter...and I call her back and ask as innocently as possible, "did you call?". She's like, "Only three times, Mom. What were you doing that you couldn't answer"? Uh...well, I have a little story to tell ya...