Today Nemo and I went to Trader Joe's. I tend not to go very often because it's a little bit of a haul, in the next town over, about a 30 minute drive in heavy traffic, but I was missing their chocolate chip cookies and frozen tamales (a great last-minute dinner for BDF when he comes in late, most days), so Nemo and I put it on our errand list while Little Man and Sunny were at the sitter. I hate taking them with me to the store, because frankly the gimmees drive me crazy and Little Man runs all over the store and makes me a nervous wreck, so I was glad to do it without their "help."
We did all our shopping with Nemo happily snoozing in the Mei Tai for most of it - he woke up only in the checkout line. He went absolutely bat shit crazy over the balloons, and since we brought home that bright purple thing he gets whiny and nuts if it leaves his sight. It's funny because he's never shown this kind of interest in anything except food and my boobs, which, I guess, are really the same thing.
As we were leaving, I happened to overhear one of the clerks talking to a woman in front of the store. The woman was probably in her late sixties or early seventies, fairly frail, and apparently she didn't have enough money to buy her groceries, or her credit card was declined, or something. She was apologizing, the clerk was also apologizing, and then the clerk said "Well, I didn't want you to be without your food, so here are your groceries." Either the clerk or the store gave the woman her groceries without her paying for them. Good food, good prices, and most importantly, good people. Please patronize one if you have them near you.
This morning I was changing Nemo's diaper, and I happened to look over at his bouncy seat and there, sitting oh so unpretty, was a dark brown, semi-hard turd. The horrible thing is that it didn't get there today, and I have my doubts about yesterday, too, and I can't for the life of me imagine how in the hell it wasn't noticed before this morning. At least the bouncy seat cover is both machine washable and dryable.
We are big space fans here, and the shuttle Atlantis is scheduled to launch tomorrow evening for a trip to the International Space Station. Yesterday I mentioned briefly that "Hey, wouldn't it be fun if we hopped on the train and headed down there tomorrow?" One day I will learn not to do that. BigDaddyFish then got that look in his eye, and started checking fares and going a little crazy. Somehow this morphed from a quick little family trip (that wasn't even realistic - Trout has a Girl Scout thing on Saturday) to him taking the opportunity to take Trout and Little Man on a plane and just the 3 of them going down while Sunny goes to Camp Auntie at my SIL's and Nemo and I get to have a bonding weekend and I can get the kitchen table cleaned off (long story). He had me checking airfares, which of course at this late date are insane, and thinking, seriously, about a trip that would have cost more than $1000 and made Trout miss her GS thing and mess up next week's schedule in spades. I said I'd rather stay home here and watch it on our new 42" plasma and have a little party of it and still keep our schedule. He was badgering me about it and I said I'd think about it.
Little Man was sitting on the couch all wrapped up in a blanket, and I brushed against him to get to something else and noticed that his cheek was on fire. I ran him upstairs, took his temperature and:
He's upstairs sleeping. We're not going anywhere.