The Day the Bottom Fell Out
It was beautiful a couple of days ago, so all the boys and I were out in the front yard playing. I had big baby strapped close to me in the baby carrier and was having the best time watching the older boys kick the soccer ball and dig in the dirt. That’s when it happened. The bottom fell out. Literally.
Take a minute to close your eyes and imagine the scene. I am sitting in the front yard with big baby strapped to me, my bottom is on the ground and my legs are in the air. I currently have no abdominal muscles to help hoist me up. The boys decide they are going to “help” me and each grab an arm and start pulling. At this point we are all 3 rolling with laughter. The only thing I can think to do is take Lucas out of the baby carrier and lay him on the ground. So, my 1 week old is laying in the grass, the dog is sniffing him, the boys are laughing and I have to tip the chair over to the side and dump myself out of it.
Thankfully, nothing was hurt except maybe my pride. Lucas was unfazed. And the rest of the day, the boys kept looking at the broker chair and saying, “Daddy is going to be so mad at you!.” But he wasn’t mad – although he did get a good laugh at my expense.