Two Kids

About a month prior to Liam's birth I really started to realize how different my life was going to be with two children. Olivia could walk, talk, feed herself and was starting to potty train. I had also gotten some other freedoms back like my purse instead of stuffing my wallet and other purse paraphernalia into an already cramped diaper bag. The pain of impending labor was not scaring me it was the thought of getting out of the house with two kids. Flashbacks of getting out of the house with a new baby-between feedings, changings and naps plus the aches and pains of my body from carrying the infant car seat and over packed diaper bag came flooding back. Let's just veer off track for a second and talk about the diaper bag- I don't know about anyone else but I always over pack and the diaper bag is no exception: extra clothes for baby and for me ( I learned the hard way that breastfeeding moms should always pack an extra shirt- 4th of July party after Olivia was born and my sister looked at me with eyes wide open. I looked down to see that the right side of my shirt was soaked. Thank God it was raining out so it could have looked like I had gotten wet. I quickly put a receiving blanket over my right side and made a bee line for the car), pacifiers, diaper cream, wipes, diapers, hand wipes, thermometer, infant Tylenol, nail clippers, nail files, bibs, burb cloth, blanket, disposable bags for dirty diapers, band-aids, Neosporin and tissues. But let's face it, whatever is in there that we think we are going to use, we never use. But heaven forbid you forget to pack something you will need it- the one day I didn't pack an extra outfit for Olivia she pooped all over and I had to strip her down in the dressing room of Old Navy, swaddle her in a blanket and go purchase an outfit. Now being a first time mother I had nightmares that she would break out with a rash because I was putting these new clothes on her fragile baby body without washing them first. Ha! All was fine and she ended up with a very cute new outfit. Anyway, where was I.... oh yes, going out with two kids. Well little Liam was born and things were going surprisingly well. He was/is a great baby and easy going. One day I decided it was time to venture out to the mall. I packed us all up in the car and drove to Macy's. Double stroller out, kids in and off we went to return something. Back to the car to drive around to Target. I am feeling pretty accomplished- Liam is still sleeping, Olivia is content with her snack. I hop out of the car in the Target parking lot, open the back door and reach in for... Where the hell is the double stroller! I just had it. I frantically look around as if it is already out- well it was- left behind in the Macy's parking lot. Shit! I get back in, double checking to make sure both kids were in the car and drove like a maniac back around the mall. As I am pulling in to the Macy's parking lot I see a man walking my double stroller towards the entrance to the store- "Wait!" I pull up to the curb- almost onto it and run out of the car yelling, "sir, sir that is my stroller!" He smiled and wheeled it back to me.


"I figured someone forgot it the way it was just sitting in the middle of the parking lot."



I laugh and hurry back to the car to hide my sheer mortification of the situation.



And back home I went.



Later that afternoon Bill comes home from work and asks how my day went. Olivia quickly answers, "mommy forgot the stroller in the parking lot."



Tattle tale!