And the Bad Mother Of The Day Award goes to...

Me. I have had this fear ever since Harrison was born that I would accidentally lock him in the car and it finally happened. I am carrying Harrison in one arm and my keys in the other hand and the whole way to the car he is saying "Dat, dat, dat, dat..." pointing at my keys. So I let him hold them, no harm done. I open the car and hear the horn honk a million times because he is punching the buttons but I am in a hurry and don't think anything of it. Out of habit, I set him in his car seat and throw my keys into the driver's seat. After he is all buckled in nice and snug and he isn't going anywhere, I grab my purse from off the seat next to him and shut the door. I go to open my door and realize that it is locked. Crap. I don't know how many times Zac and I have talked about getting a third car key made just for emergencies and now I am really wishing we had broken down and spent the $20 for a key. So feeling like an idiot I call the police and they say they are sending somebody over. Meanwhile, I am standing in the garage where Harrison can see me so he doesn't think I abandoned him and after a few minutes he starts to cry. It is the saddest thing to see your baby crying and you can't get to them. Sniffle. So the police officer gets there and was so nice about it. He says it happens all the time. It makes me feel a little better I guess. And for all the complaining I have been doing that the weather isn't warmer, I am so glad it wasn't today. Have any of you ever had a police officer unlock your car for you? It is the craziest thing. He wedges the door open, puts a blood pressure cuff inside and pumps it all the way up so that the door is cracked about an inch or so. Then he takes a metal pole that looks like it was made for such an occasion as this, and unlocks the car. I should probably keep a blood pressure cuff in my purse. Or I could just make an extra key. I pull Harrison out and calm him down, put him back into his carseat and pull out of the driveway, only to be met by a mob of children standing in the road staring at the police car, wondering what who was hurt or where the bad guy was. Here. We are both here. I ducked my head in shame and drove away as the kids just watched. Needless to say, Harrison got a lot of kisses and extra chocolate milk for lunch. Heaven forbid I ever lose him at the store.

Lame and Nostalgic

So I got on and checked out blogs today, something I haven't done in I think 2 or 3 months, and realized I am lame. I don't know why I took a hiatus for so long. I love blogging! It just took me logging on to realize how much fun it is. Actually, i do know why I took a hiatus for so long. We are living with my parents while our house is being built, and as opposed to life in a house of our own, there is so much more to do at grandma and grandpas! And i am sure I am not the only one who has neglected the kid and the husband because there is just so much fun stuff to read and write about! Anyway, I am back. And I am committed to blogging only when the boy and the husband are sleeping and working. The other positive thing that has come from not blogging is I finally decided to figure out facebook. I have had an account for over a year and never used it. I still don't know how to use it really, but at least I check it.

So, we are halfway done building our new home! They are sheetrocking it right now, and the closer they get the less patient I get. I can't wait to be in our own place again. With a garage! And a yard! i will have to take some pictures and post them.

This morning I took out my video camera just to see what videos we have on there. We haven't transferred any videos off, ever. So I started watching recent videos of Harrison, and the further back I went, I got so nostalgic. I cannot believe how big my baby is. He isn't a baby anymore. When did that happen? His chubby little cheeks are gone. His dark blonde, long hair is now a buzz cut that makes him look much older than he really is. He learns new things every day. He dances. He says "Buuuuu...." (Like Brr, only like he can't say his R's.) when we go outside into the cold. He waves and gives kisses. He points to everything and says "Dat?" He cleans. Everything. Any time he sees a janitor at the mall or a busboy at a restaurant, he is fascinated. Every time he hears somebody get surface cleaner out of the cupboard, he is right there demanding that he gets to do it. He sweeps. This morning my mom was vaccuming and he followed her around the house the whole time going "Whoa!" I wonder if this cleaning obsession will last?? I won't bet on it. It is so much fun to see him learn new things and see what he loves, but I can't help but miss his little baby body and little baby sounds. Here are a few pictures of what we have been doing since we have been at grandma and grandpa's house.