DAN!

The hubs has been working later nights and weekends a lot this month. Because of this, I chose not to give him too hard of a time when the following occurred:

Dan had to work late last Friday. Then he had to get up early the next morning and work another 7 hour day. Good times. I did my usual Saturday routine and alternately played with Haeden, did laundry and cleaned the house.

Once I got everything crossed off my to-do list I decided I had enough time before lunch to run to Target and exchange some shorts for the 5K I was running that afternoon (more on this later). When I got out to the car I realized Dan had taken out the car seat the day before to allow more room for his photography equipment. Knowing what a pain in the ass it is to simultaneously watch Haeden and install his car seat, I yelled out “DAN!” in exasperation.

Have I mentioned that Haeden is in the repeating stage? Yeah. I’m so glad I only yelled out his name and nothing else. This is not usually the case. Haeden immediately copied me, which made me laugh, which made him want to do it more. We went back to the front door and realized (because nothing is ever easy) the lock was stuck. Again. I stood there for a good 5 minutes jimmying (is that a word?!) the handle and banging on the door for good measure. Haeden joined in on the banging while yelling… you got it… “DAAAAANNN!”

I ended up having to go around back to get inside the house. Luckily Haeden stayed close and I installed the car seat without incidence. I jumped in the front seat, turned on the car and then saw that the gas gauge was on empty. The nerve of that man!

“DAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNN!!!!”