You don't have to be Indiana Jones in a pit of snakes or Bear Grylls swimming through underwater caves to embark on a great adventure. You simply need a common location, say a restaurant or a mall, and an 8 month old baby. On Wednesday I met my mom and dad for Lunch at Panera. My dad was holding Graham and just as he was attempting to move his tea out of Graham's reach, my dad apparently lost his grip and sent the tea flying across the table towards none other but me. We laughed and wiped up the mess. I had tea on my jeans, but I was already wet from the pouring rain, so it didn't bother me much. My dad got a refill, played with G for a while, and then sent another glass of tea tumbling towards me. This time it was Graham's fault, but still, two cups of tea? I am just that unlucky. Now a normal person would have hopped up and gotten more napkins to wipe up the mess, but I was paralyzed. Well not completely, because I was convulsing with laughter, but nonetheless, I couldn't move my legs to do something about the mess. How many times was this going to happen? Thankfully, only twice.
My mom and I then headed to Baby Gap to look around at their clothes. I had reclined G's stroller so that he could take a nap. He was a little fussy, but then I noticed that he had suddenly gotten quiet. I looked down, assuming that he had fallen asleep, and realized he was not in the stroller! I then saw him standing up on the ground and holding onto the front of the stroller. For a second I thought he looked so cute and then I thought, "Wait a minute....my baby can't walk! What in the world is he doing on the ground!" Before I had time to do anything her kerplopped on the floor. Needless to say, my heart was pounding and it continued to do so for another 20 minutes. Somehow Graham had rolled onto his stomach and slid down the stroller and onto the floor. I've got one extreme escape artist on my hands. My mind was racing with thoughts of what could have happened to him, but as my mom assured me, nothing bad happened and everything was going to be okay. Next time I am going to strap that boy in so tightly that he will need Indiana Jones or Bear Grylls to set him free.