Well this weekend turned out to be a bit eventful! (Yes, I'm still pregnant and everything is good there.) Saturday morning Manny & I headed out to Chloe's birthday party (though we never actually made it there - more on that in a minute. ) It was a picnic theme and I know everything was adorable! I'd seen a few sneak peeks of things Katie made, and I can't wait to see the rest. For Chloe's gift, I painted a wooden suitcase from Hobby Lobby with my favorite turquoise chalkboard paint by Martha Stewart, and put some chalk and a book she wanted inside.
Anyway, I was driving along to the party when I noticed a sound that just sounded...off. I thought it might have been the crazy wind, but when a car pulled up next to me, and the passenger started motioning me to pull over I knew something wasn't right. So I took the next exit I could, and pulled over to check out the car. And that's when I saw this:
Turns out that little plastic piece (later to be identified as a shroud) should not be hanging down, turning my car basically into a snow plow. After a few calls, I do what any 37 week pregnant girl would do: start sobbing. I was sitting in my car waiting to hear back from my dad after I texted him this picture, when this guy knocked on my window and scared the snot out of me. I wasn't exactly in the safest of neighborhoods, so I was a little on edge. He was very nice (and animated) and told me to hold tight while he looked for some duct tape to fix me up. He managed to get it taped up, then added that it wouldn't last long, but at least long enough to get me out of the hood. So there's that. :)
I made it a little ways down the road before the duct tape gave out. However, I'd since talked to my dad and he said it'd be fine to keep driving as long as I went slow and preferably didn't get on the interstate. So I'm cruising along a 4-lane road about 20-25 mph (in a 45 mph zone) with my hazards on when a truck comes racing up behind me, laying on the horn and flipping me off. I was like, are you kidding me?! Just pass on the left already! And of course...I started crying. Again. Dang hormones. At that point, I was stopped at a stoplight, and the guy next to me starts honking trying to get my attention. I rolled down my window, and he said, "Hey, do you know you're dragging something?" And I said, "Yes, I do, but I'm just trying to get somewhere to get it taken care of and I can only go so fast and I don't know what to do and everybody's mad at me!" Keep in mind all of this was said through sobbing tears. Did I really just tell this stranger that everybody was mad at me?! Have I mentioned my hormones are raging?! This guy's eyes were huge, like saucer huge. He probably wanted to shout, "Listen lady, I'm not Dr. Phil!" and run the red light to avoid this conversation I had now engaged him in, when all he was trying to do was give me a heads up that something was wrong with my car.
I don't know if he was scared to death or a really nice guy, but he just responded (still big eyes, might I add) "Pull over up ahead and I'll see if I can help." And help he did! This Good Samaritan had some tools, and crawled under my car to remove the piece completely. I'm not typically a huge crier, so I felt SO silly that I couldn't reign it in. I don't know what came over me, but I'll definitely blame it on the pregnancy! I don't think I've ever had a (public) crying episode like that, so I figured this should be documented accordingly, embarrassing as it may be.
So yeah. By that point, the birthday party was basically over, so Manny and I headed back home. My mom had a board meeting in the city on Saturday, so my parents stayed with us and Manny had way too much fun playing cars with Papa. It's his favorite thing to do these days!
Sunday morning we went to church, and I didn't let Manny bring his fedora. Is it a problem that even the nursery workers asked where his hat was when we dropped him off? :) Well wouldn't you know when I picked him up from nursery, he'd found a plastic fireman's hat to make do. He's so goofy!
After church, we went to lunch with my parents then hung out for a bit before they had to head home. And that evening, Patrick and I went out for a belated anniversary celebration. April 8th was our 6th anniversary, but we hadn't had a chance to do anything yet. So we went to The Melting Pot, ate WAY too much, then just walked around for awhile. It was so nice and relaxing, and we're trying to get as many date nights in as we can before sweet little MB is born.
When we got home, I had to peek in on Manny. The sitter had told me he wanted to sleep in his hat and she didn't want to upset him, so she let him. Sure enough, he was still wearing it. Have I mentioned that I just LOVE this kid to PIECES?! Such a fun, spunky, unique personality. Love love love. :)