We had GBN1 Saturday night and Sunday morning. Usually, Jes, Toby, and I have Sunday mornings down pretty well and we stay out of each other's way and get to church on time. But yesterday was not so smooth. GBN1 woke up moving and talking. She was ready to play with the barn cats and maybe take a swim in the new kiddie pool - none of which did we have time for. She was just a busy girl all morning long. One of us had to be watching her every minute or else she was out the door and gone. It probably was not really so bad, but it had been a while since I got myself and a three year old ready for church. Busy Lizzie is a handful sometimes.
As we were loading up the car (amazing what all has to go to church with us when a baby is involved), I mentioned to Toby that the "clip" on the car-seat was missing. It was needed to secure the child seat to the car seat. He went out to look for it, but could not find it. He came back in to quiz me on what it looked liked exactly. I described it again. He said, "Oh, a buckle" as if "clip" was the wrong word. I said, "Whatever." Then we both went to look for it, but did not find it. Keep in mind that it was about 90 degrees with 100% humidity, and we were trying to get GBN1 in her seat, the car loaded, and off to church on time. We did it, but tension in the car was palpable. It is a good thing we had eight miles to "get over it". Then as if he was just stuck on finding the car-seat buckle, Toby said, "So, this buckle is silver?" In my most testy voice I answered, "I don't remember; it could be gold, but it was metal." All was quite for a minute. Then from the back seat Jesse says, "Could it have been brass?" I started laughing right after I said, "Hey, I'm coming over this seat and I'm going to deal with you now!" We were all okay after that. I took this picture in the parking lot to prove that we were alive and smiling at church.
Jesse and Cara went skydiving yesterday. Jes took this picture of Cara. Cara is one of my art students. She is tall and slim and is a darn good country music singer - just a talented young lady. The jump-guide, or whatever they call the guy, took the picture of Jesse. He took another picture, but he fell over backwards in the plane. He barely caught Jesse in that picture. Her eyes are really big and she is laughing. Both girls jumped and did well. Jesse landed on her feet again, but the chute picked her up and dropped her on her backside before she could gather it up. Sounds like a perfect landing to me.