If I'm going out, I'm going out in flames!

Some say the world will end in fire;
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

-Robert Frost

This has nothing to do with where my thoughts are really going..but I like it anyway.

To my original thinkngs...
Getting out of the house, used to not be such a chore. It was a simple list..make sure the dogs have been fed and had some time outside, get self ready, and go. See? Easy.

Nowadays, its not so simple.
First, we need a nap.
After that, Cam must eat and then the count down begins. I have to get both of us ready and out of the house in a very quick fashion in order to have sufficient time to accomplish the tasks before he gets hungry again. It's not hard to feed him while we are out but, nothing can be accomplished during that time so I'd much rather just be home.

To accomplish actually getting just to the car these days, requires about 5 of me.

I'd settle for at least another pair of arms and a couple sets of legs and an extra face to keep Cam happy.

I have to make sure the diaper bag is packed for at least a week's worth of feedings and changings. I have to grab the coupons, my green bags (I try to help mother nature when I can), and whatever clothes or supplies need to be returned for their various reasons. All of this STUFF, has to make it to the car before baby or I do..or all is lost. After that I double check the house, as if I'm never returning, then it's one more diaper change (every mother knows that their baby has impeccable timing in this) and we are FINALLY out the door.

I used to be okay with slight wanderings and meanderings and going a little off course during my time out of the house..now..we get in, get what we need, and get home. My motherly OCD has officially kicked in! Everybody better watch out!

Luckily, I have a very happy baby who is more than willing (whether he has a choice or not) to be pulled in and out of the car multiple times and pushed around in random carts. I am more than thankful for him every single day.

So far, we have survived most of our outings with no injuries.
There was that one long drive home from Nashville once..hunger hit and there was no consoling the poor baby.

We are getting more brave and having longer outings..and with the better weather, that should be showing up more consistently soon, it will be easier to take him out and about.

Until then... :)