What a blur the last two weeks have been at the Lansford house!
We welcomed our first baby, are conquering nursing one feeding at a time, hosted the Bukey's for Dad birthday dinner, celebrated a too-low-key birthday for Cole, survived three doctor's appointments and even managed a few afternoon trips to run errands with the family. With all the help from family and friends I have been surprised and maybe a little overly confident about my recovery.
(i.e) Last night we made a diaper run to the local Walmart. We walked in, bought the diapers and walked right back out. Conversation consisted of mindless chatter about how surprised we are at the number of newborn diapers Crew goes through each day.
As we approached the car, Cole grabbed the carrier and I dutifully pushed the cart to the cart holder, while thinking about just how well we have our roles down. We drive home.
As we pull into the driveway I turn around to grab the diapers and take them inside, when I realize they are nowhere to be found. (86 pack of newborn diapers gone=26 dollar loss)
Cole looks at me incredulously and says, "Did you not grab the diapers out of the cart?"
We raced back to the store and with a little luck (I mean, it is Walmart), our diapers were sitting right in the cart where I left them.
Breathing a huge sign of relief, we finally let ourselves have a good laugh on the way home.
...Although a little crazy and sleep deprived, this new mommy will get it eventually.