In my pre-surgery life Wednesday was always coffee at Panera's with the women in Mike's family. So, Mike asked if I wanted to ride with him to drop Isaac off at camp and then go next door to Panera's for breakfast. I'd been there once before and it wasn't a great experience. The walker I'm using right now is super noisy and I'm slow so I really get to soak in all the open mouth stares. Elderly people are the worst like they have the market cornered on walkers and such so manners don't apply to them. Anyway, by the time I got to the table that day I was pissed off and tired. So, today went better, but I still wanted to get home and lay down right away.
I laid down for an hour and a half or so and then the baby was getting hungry. Mike brought Riley's brand new high chair into the bedroom so I could feed her from bed. She had pasta stars with sause and tiny meatballs. She was thrilled with the menu and very quickly figured out that if she leaned back all the way quickly I couldn't reach her, the stinker. So, she sharpened her already impressive ninja skills by dunking her hands in the bowl and then finger painting her tray before I could catch her and wipe her off. She followed that up by over turning all of the contents onto the highchair and herself.
At this point I'm tired and in pain and wondering how in the heck to clean this mess up wihout bending, lifting or twisting. It was just at that moment that backup arrived. The baby juggler arrived and while my little one and hers took turns fussing she swiflty bathed and dressed Riley and washed Riley's modern art from the tray.
Clean Riley her buddy played while Mommy rested on the couch. There's nothing like a couple of happy babies to speed your recovery and quiet the irrational need to "have a few more." I mean that in the best way possible. Brief periods of happy choas are good for the soul. Thank goodness for good frieds and cool babies.
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