(Rocking the lopsided diaper.)
After that little timeout, she ran and got her baby doll, plopped her into the corner, pointed and said in her stern voice "Stay there baby!! In da corner! Go baff-room. Stay there." I about died.
Another Provo trip! It was so fun to see "Un-ko Tim" and watch his frisbee game. He is a total stud. Jane kinda looks homeless in this picture. But it was 7pm and like I always say, thats the sign of a good day!
(also on this day, a few story times are in order)
First things first. You see my lovely blue flip flops? Well here is that story. I had a doctor's appointment on thursday morning and was planning on going to Provo straight from there. I loaded up the car with a bunch of boxes I needed to put in our storage unit and a whole bunch of other stuff I needed for the day by 8:30 am. It was a frantic morning. I got to the doctors office (10 minutes early for the first time! Winner!) And then I look down and see, well, my bare naked feet. And no shoes to claim them. Jane? She had shoes. Diapers? 10 of them. Snacks and food? About 10 days worth. Boxes and boxes? Sure. But shoes for myself? NOPE. So I got jane out of the car and ran across the street to the nearest walgreens. Walked in barefoot. (no shoes. no shirt. no service? welp. I suppose they made an exception for a frantic sweating pregnant woman holding a toddler.) Bought these bad boys for $2, and still made it on time to my appointment. Im still dumbfounded by that situation. I mean, really?
Anyyyyways...after that was over I finally made it down to Provo.
First stop in Provo was my storage unit where I had to load boxes and unload other things that upon first glance thought would be impossible. I managed to do it, 30 weeks pregnant, and yes I impressed myself. One of those moments where I was like...wow NOBODY was here to see what a beast I was just now, what a total shame.
There was another moment that will not soon leave my memory. When we drove into the storage unit, the code wasnt working so I had to get Jane out of the car and ask the lady who worked there what I was doing wrong. Well we figured it out and then got back to the car. I just plopped jane into the passenger seat because all we were doing was driving through a gate to get to our storage unit.
I parked in front of our storage unit, and got out of the car to get Jane. In the 2 seconds I was walking around the car, I heard a terrible noise. The noise of a 2 year old child LOCKING the car. She was now inside the locked car. I was outside. Guess what else was inside? My key, phone, purse, oh and did I mention my CHILD? I thought to myself THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING TO ME! Me saying "Jane press the other button!" resulted in Jane just pressing the lock button over, and over, and over again. I tried not to be a frantic lunatic, and kept on telling her to press the other button. After about 5 minutes of pure torture, Jane casually pressed the unlock button. (Thank goodness for her love of ALL buttons, and her uncanning ability to follow directions.) I wanted to just say a 30 minute THANK YOU A MILLION TIMES prayer. That disaster was averted and even before I had a nervous break down.
Well, that's all I have for this random-as-heck post.
Life is good, and we get our husband/daddy back in a few weeks!