Who's Forgetful?

Last night was chaos.

Packing all the babies belongings for his weekend stay at uncie Kris's condo with his auntie Anita and his forgetful mom was very tricky. I never realized there was so much involved in taking a baby for a three night sleep over somewhere. Diapers...bottles....formula....toys...bathtub...etc.... I was going nuts packing for the little guy.

We went to church first for an evening mass where Cristian behaved so well I was absolutely impressed. He was mesmerized by the singing and the tons of people that filled the pews made it all the more interesting. As the incense made my little guy cough, I couldn’t help but smell the fishy odor that was so strongly oozing from his Gap shirt and Gymboree pants from the Xmas dinner my mom cooked up. After we left church, we made our way to Etobicoke. Once we got to the condo, I rushed in with great relief to change his clothes and get him into something downy fresh. That's when I noticed his bag full of pj’s and outfits was missing. Where could it be? It was left behind at my parent’s house. WHAT KIND OF MOTHER AM I?? So....I panicked...as baby cried. Not sure it they were tears of hunger, exhaustion or simply cause he knew he was stuck in his foul smelling fashionable outfit for longer than we thought.

My sister quickly left in hopes of finding some pajamas at Dominion or Shopper’s Drug mart since everything by that time had closed. After numerous attempts, she was lucky enough to find some stuff at a local Hasty Market. The Indian man who owned the store even gave her a good deal. I guess baby pajamas aren’t a best seller at his convenient store - who knows how long they’d been sitting there for. While I fed my smelly man, we washed the pj’s and dried them quickly. Shortly after, he was nice and snuggly in his Hasty brand PINK pajamas tucked warmly into his bed. Oh what a night. Merry Christmas to all who celebrate it today!