Katie S. 28

Bennett and I have very few things in common.  He is a man of action, I am a woman of words. He has an intuitive sense of rhythm and movement, I can’t clap on  the beat to save my life. At dinner time he always eats the meat and leaves the veggies, I always eat the veggies and leave the meat. But on one thing Bennett and I can always agree: the morning is the most detestable time of day and should therefore be eased into gently.

Most Saturday mornings around here are spent with Daddy and Corbin singing cheerfully at the top of their lungs as they prepare an offensively huge breakfast, while Bennett and I drink our coffee (or milk) in scowling silence. Neither of us likes to be spoken to or looked at for at least 30 minutes after we open our eyes, and it would be both of our preference to sleep at least an hour and a half later than our respective bedroom companions.

OK, so maybe its not the happiest of bonds, but its nice to have someone else in the family who thinks morning people are insane!

Some dear friends of ours were throwing a joint birthday party for their boys yesterday morning. Corbin had to go to school and I had to go to Bible study, but I was still planning on taking Bennett to the lunch portion of the party.  This is the embarrassing excuse for not showing up that I ended up sending to the hosts yesterday afternoon:

So I left Bible study early and had my mom keep Ben at my house instead of hers so that we would get there in time for lunch.  When I got home Bennett was all ready to go in his Batman costume.  (Because really, what else would an almost two year old want to wear to a party…or the grocery store, or out to dinner?)

Anyway, as my mom was walking out the door, we spotted a little Superman walking with his mommy across the street.  Superman and Batman were absolutely delighted to see another superhero in the neighborhood, so as my mom pulled out of the driveway, we walked outside in our bare feet to say hello.  Superman, his mommy and his baby brother turned out to be new to the neighborhood and we had a lovely but short chat – after all, we had a party to get to.

But as Barefoot Batman and I started to head back inside, we had a very unpleasant realization….the door was locked!  And I had no key.  Or cell phone.  Or shoes.  AGHHHHH!!  So I had to flag down our new neighbor on her way into her house and beg to borrow her cell phone.  Of course the quick phone call I asked to make turned into 5 phone calls that lasted over the span of about 25 minutes.  The first was to my father to get my mother’s cell phone number.  Of course she’s had the number for years, but being the lazy, short sighted girl that I am, I ‘ve always used speed dial to call her and never actually bothered to memorize the number.  The next call was to my mother who (of course) didn’t pick up because she didn’t recognize the number.  Then I had to place another call to my father asking him to call her before she got all the way to her destination.  After several attempts he finally got her on the line and called the neighbor’s phone back. But by that time my mother was already at work a full 30 minutes away. So finally I had to call Chris and get him to leave a meeting to come home and let us in.  All the while my poor neighbor was trying to sooth the baby on her hip who was in desperate need of a nap.  By the time Chris finally got home (about 25 minutes later), Batman was very hungry and grumpy, and mommy was totally humiliated.  I’m guessing our new neighbor won’t be asking me to watch her kids while she runs out to the store any time soon, Eh?