Wednesday, July 8, 2015

A picture is worth 1,000 179 words

I had a meeting last night so I worked late in order for us to leave earlier for Fort Wayne on Friday.

Despite having a blah day at work, C brought me dinner on his way home from picking up the kids.

We thought they'd be fine if I ran down to the car to get my dinner.

Monkey wasn't fine. She wanted to come eat dinner in Mommy's office.  Tears ensued. 

GMac wasn't fine. He was tired of his car seat, spit up, and needed to poop. Tears also ensued. (He pooped as soon as they got home. phew)

They went wah, wah, wah all the way home. (It's less than a mile.)

I ate dinner then got myself situated to pump only to realize I forgot a single piece. 

So I texted C (who had just gotten everyone calmed down) and we both agreed it'd be best for him to leave the part on the porch and close the curtains so Monkey wouldn't see me. 

And that's how a Medela pump part ended up on our porch. 

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