Violet had her round of heel pricks this week at the lab here in Gig Harbor. You know, the one where they stab your baby in the heel and then squeeze the blood out onto this weird piece of paper with five circles on it.
It was also the first time I ventured out alone with Violet and Will together. Mercifully, Emily was at school, so I didn't have all three of them, we'll save that for another day when I'm feeling much braver.
As we pulled into the parking lot, I heard a horrible gagging sound from the backseat, followed by the unmistakable sound of a baby spitting up. Fantastic. Parking quickly I jumped out to see what had happened. Violet had emptied her stomach all over her clothes, seatbelt, it was even dripping down into the base of the car seat. Wiping her up as well as I could, I found the building, and on my lab orders, it said room 107. I wandered up and down the hall, finding no room 107. It went straight from 106 to 112, like some kind of cruel joke. Finally I thought to look at the directory, and found that the lab had moved upstairs to room 207.
We got to the lab and sat in the waiting room for what seemed like an eternity as they ushered everyone into the lab before us. Will and I talked about the boat picture on the wall, and I asked him to not touch the Christmas lights on the fake tree about a million times before they finally called us back. We got into the room and Will promptly stole a vial of blood off of the tray before I could even put Violet's car seat down. The lab technician was fast, but she kept giving a play-by-play to her partner, lab-technician-in-training. Mostly I was thankful they didn't decide to have the new girl practice on my baby.
After it was over, I took Will to get an enormous brownie from the coffee stand downstairs. He sat nicely for the most part, chomping on his brownie and backwashing into my water bottle as I tried to calm Violet down. But then as we were getting up to leave, and I was getting Violet strapped back into her car seat, Will made his escape. He ran for the stairs as fast as he could go, and there I was lugging Violet, the diaper bag, and myself after him. He stopped as he got to the bottom of the stairs, but not before strangers started looking around to see if his parent was nearby. What do people do with two kids this close together?! I think the answer might be never leave the house.
But the weather has been so nice this week, we're spending a lot of time outside. We even took Will and Violet (poor Emily was in school again) to Owen Beach in Tacoma, one of our favorite spots. Will was able to play in the sand and throw rocks in the water, and actually enjoy himself without hearing the word "No". Well, except when he tried throwing sand at Violet.
Sitting there on the beach, the warm sand, the salty air, and Violet asleep, snug in my arms as Will buries his legs in the sand, it's a feeling I haven't had in a long while. Feeling absolutely and completely content.
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