I wish I had a video camera following me this afternoon. I’ll never be able to fully explain what happened, but I’m gonna try!
The day started off great! Jessie, Hollie and I visited Sarah and topped off our trip up north with lunch at Michael’s. Bubbie called as we were leaving to tell me she had picked me up a cute pair of shoes so I met her in the Sak’s lot to make the exchange. By this time, the rain had picked up from a drizzle to a “light rain”. While I was trying on the shoes (in the car), Joey managed to crawl halfway out of his seat to try and get to Bubbie. I turned off the car in the middle of the lot to put him back in his chair. We said our goodbyes but quickly figured out that I couldn’t find my keys. 50 minutes later (and after a call t0 Lexus and my husband), I finally found the keys in a bag of clothing. Needless to say, I was soaking wet. By this time, Bubbie had taken Joey in to Sak’s to keep him dry.
I met them upstairs in the club and found Joey running around barefoot eating cookies while the seamstress was fitting Bubbie. I tried to do a diaper change and get him out of his wet clothes, but he managed to sneak away (butt naked) and run down the halls (with a cookie in each hand). He did make a stop, just long enough to pee in the corner of the dressing room. Fortunately, I caught up to him just as he was squatting to poop. None of us could stop laughing (including Joey), but I was SO embarrassed!
After getting him in dry clothes, we headed downstairs only to discover the monsoon outside. I decided NOT to wait for the rain to settle down (because I was already pretty wet). Getting Joey in the car must have been a sight. He thought the downpour was hilarious (and I couldn’t stop laughing at him laughing) so by the time I got him belted in, he was soaked and there was a bucket of water in the bottom of his stroller.
I was more wet than if I had just stepped out of the shower…
Joey was out cold by the time I pulled out of the lot. I drove downtown with the heat blasting the entire way!
I miss those dressing rooms….good memories when Mom used to pay for our clothes.