I tried to take Noah to the "open gym time" at Gymboree* on Thursday. Don't ask me why. IT IS JUST WHAT I DO.
But we had to turn around and come home instead, because Gymboree was ON FIRE.
No! Seriously! I am only sort of being overly dramatic here.
Okay, so I'm being overly dramatic. (Surprise!) I don't think Gymboree was actually on fire, but something else at the shopping center appeared to be. Or maybe it was just a power outage. I don't know. Either way, no Gymboree for us. Just an up-close encounter with a lot of firemen running around the different levels of the shopping center. While carrying AXES! That was pretty cool.
I don't know how many more signs from God it will take before I get it through my thick skull that I need to give up on this Gymboree nonsense and just...like, go to the damn park or something.
* OH MY GOD NOT ANOTHER ENTRY ABOUT GYMBOREE.
** Like I did this weekend when we had another open house for our condo and had to take the pets out of the house all afternoon and I completely freaked out in a parking garage because we had to leave them in the car while we went and got some lunch and I was convinced that someone was going to all the cops on us so I made Jason park in some really remote corner and then I ordered my lunch "to go" and sat there clutching the bag and glaring at Jason, who ordered his lunch "for here" and proceeded to eat it all calmly while I imagined an angry mob swarming around our car and refusing to be placated by the bagel I bought specifically for Ceiba because it was in the LOW 50s outside! DID I NOT CARE THAT MY PETS COULD HAVE FROZEN TO DEATH IN 12 MORE HOURS OR SO?***
*** A walking advertisement for a return to electroshock therapy, is what I am sometimes.****
**** And of course I really mean all the time.
ONLINE POST-IT NOTE FOR MY OWN FUTURE REFERENCE:
Dear Amy, At his doctor's appointment on Friday, Noah weighed 23.7 pounds (50th percentile or so) and was 32.5 inches tall (100th percentile). Perhaps one day you would like to copy this information into his baby book someday? Think about it. Love, Amy