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Tuesday, May 3, 2011
“I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing with you!”
I was blessed recently with an adorable nephew, brother only to my beautiful niece.
My family went to visit the new little guy - and pay special attention to his Big Sister.
The boys, who were very excited to meet their new cousin, lost interest after about five minutes; after all there was a new swing set in the back yard.
Our daughter, who adores her baby dolls thought just that - the newborn was a baby doll and she was going to take care of him like one (yeah, scary).
Being her second child, my sister-in-law (SIL) is pretty laid back with the baby, but so is the baby. He is content most of the time - unless he’s hungry.
He was due to be at the pediatrician’s office later that same day.
My brother and husband took on the task of watching the four other children (really scary), while my SIL and I took the baby to his appointment.
Naturally, as soon as he was buckled into his seat, he began hollering for something to eat. We were running late, so I hopped into the back seat to try to soothe him until we arrived.
The appointment went smoothly and my SIL was able to feed him a bit, but not enough.
Under doctor’s orders, we had to stop at the store to purchase a special cream for Baby’s behind. Baby was still hollering for food.
“”OK!” said my SIL handing me some money. “You run in and get the cream; I’ll jump in the back seat and feed him!”
Tensions were rising like they always do when an unhappy baby is crying.
I grabbed the money and sprinted into the store while my SIL transitioned into the back seat where the windows were tinted.
I quickly found the item for Baby and ran through the rain, back to the car.
I don’t think my SIL quite expected me yet as I rapped on the locked car window. She jolted, grabbed the door handle and threw open the door.
Enter: chaos.
The car alarm started blaring. The baby started crying. The rain came down harder. And, my now “exposed” SIL was unable to locate the key fob to turn the alarm off.
While trying to keep herself modestly covered, she searched frantically and I stood in the rain … laughing. Hysterically. I couldn’t help it.
Thankfully, she also began to laugh. So, I didn’t feel too bad about finding humor at her expense.
You’d think with five kids between us, we’d have this kind of situation mastered, but no.
Like anyone else, Moms never know events what the day will hold (other than grossness or embarrassment of some kind), but we learn to laugh about it and brace for the next.
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