Boy do we have a doozy for you this week. Not Me! Monday is a place to discuss a few times during the week that you cringe when you think back on and instead try to laugh about them! To join in the fun head on over to Mckmama.com.
This afternoon when I laid Grayson down for his afternoon nap, Hank and I laid down too. I plugged in the monitor and turned on a fan in our room. The next thing I know, it is an hour and a half later, Joe opens the door to our bedroom and I hear a little boy screaming at the top of his lungs. I had not plugged in the monitor's power source incorrectly, so that it was off, and slept the afternoon away while Grayson woke up and screamed until his dad got home from work. The fan in our room drowns noise out and in my defense, Hank slept at my feet through the whole thing. My husband was definitely not a little upset with me over something that was completely an accident. Of course Grayson was none the worse, as soon as he was picked up he was all smiles again.
Grayson is almost 9 months now, and even though I know that babies reach milestones at all different ages, I do not spend my day wondering why Grayson isn't interested in scooting/crawling in the least bit. Yes, I know that I should be a little thankful that he isn't mobile yet, as it is easier on me. And on this topic, someone once mentioned that there are lots of people in prison that crawled at 7 months- just to show it doesn't really matter when it happens. While Ami D, Joe's mom, was here last weekend, she did say that Joe was just like Grayson, he just sat on the blanket and happily played with his toys. However, Joe also walked at 9 months. Hmmm.
And now for the ULTIMATE not MY husband. I must first apologize to our sweet guests this weekend, the Seefeldts. I know you are reading this and I am sorry you are finding out this way. It's just too good, although a little controversial, to not include in Not Me! Oh wait, Joe has just decided to make a guest appearance just now and type this up himself-
Joe: Well, it all happened on Thursday. I was heading to the restroom, and I needed some reading material to help pass the time. Luckily (actually unluckily) I spotted, 1,000 Places to See Before You Die on our bed. It is a great travel book where you can find all kinds of information. For example, if you are ever in Namibia, you have to see the Etosha National Park, and while there, you should stay at Huab Lodge.
Later in the evening, Ashleigh asked if I had taken 1,000 Places to the restroom. I said yes, not thinking it was big deal. Then she asked again, holding the book. "Did you take THIS copy of 1,000 Places to the restroom?" Again I said yes. And she said one more time, "Did you take THIS copy of 1,000 Places to the restroom - the one I am giving to Sarah and Josh as a gift?" And then it hit me. I had defiled the gift that Ashleigh had so thoughtfully choosen for our friends.
Ashleigh: I had left the book out on our bed before placing it in the guest room. A couple hours later I walked into the master bath and found the book. Surely my husband had NOT taken their gift with him into the restroom. I was leaving to pick them up from the airport in just a few minutes and I REALLY wanted them to have the book since I know they love traveling as much as we do. I would have given them our copy (that hasn't been in a restroom as far as I know), but we have marked it all up. So I went ahead and wrapped it up and placed it in their room.
Josh and Sarah, if you no longer want to be friends with us, I understand. However, if I know you like I think I do, you are probably laughing hysterically.
So there you have it, folks. Hope you had a good laugh on us! See you next Monday.






