Spine Spider, How Was Your Vacation?

We had some crazy nap hair a couple days ago that just had to be captured.

Then The Precious had his very first play dough experience. I made it myself while he was developing the crazy nap hair - dyed it blue and everything!

I was feeling quite Martha Stuartish (with a dash of Little House on the Prairie) while stirring a pot of homemade play dough on the stove. I really can't believe it worked. I dumped the first pot - gave up on it too soon, I think, as apparently it prefers to start out a soupy, lumpy mess before magically transforming into a ball of doughy fun.

I guess I subconsciously felt life at home (as opposed to constant travel to exotic locations) was too boring for me, so I decided to lock TCBITW in the car while at Kroger. He was playing with my keys as I unloaded the groceries and I noticed the car (van ... whatever) was doing the little honk thing it does when you lock it. Clearly this did not fully process - it processed only to the point where I figured I should take the keys away. And throw them in the front seat. And close Andrew's door.

The Lord is so gracious to allow me to be an idiot in February, and while Phil was not traveling. He (Phil ... not the Lord) was able to jump into the car right away and come rescue us with an extra set of keys. My mom stayed on the phone with me while we waited so that I wouldn't freak out, and we discussed what I should use to shatter a window if, say, Andrew started choking, or if I decide to do this again in August. My tennis shoe, we determined, was of no use, and the parking lot was terribly low on baseball bats that day. We then pondered what level of adrenaline it would take for me to hurl a shopping cart through the windshield.

As exciting and dramatic as that would have been for all the nursing home residents buying groceries that day (and there were a few), I'm happy to report that no windshield smashing was required. For the most part, Andrew waited contentedly. It was comfortably warm in the car and he liked the game of Mommy hiding out of his view, then suddenly appearing at his window making strange faces. Every once in a while I'd see him look somewhat stricken, wave, and mouth "bye-bye?", which was sad, but no tears or hysteria from either of us.

Brooke, I thought of you several times throughout the ordeal. Not exactly your fear of passing out after strapping your babies in the car ... but close enough to bring you to mind. :-)