A Lesson Learned the Hard Way
The Nugget is in a wacky nap pattern since she’s dropping the second nap. Sometimes two naps is too much and she won’t sleep and then she’s tired all afternoon. We never know for certain when we can go out or when going out will result in a meltdown.
When she woke up after a good nap one morning, we were out of the house asap to lunch (having learned that right after a nap is an excellent time to do things with her). We planned on finally eating at a restaurant I’d had my eye on for months. Somehow I’d never think of it until we drove right past it, and we’d always end up at our favorite Burmese place instead.
Today I was starving — as usual — and nearly delirious with hunger. My blood sugar was probably zero.
We gathered up all the baby equipment — the diapers, wipes, a toy or two (I always regret when I try and travel light and don’t bring a toy) and her cool Swiss Sigg bottle full of water. Since this would be the Nugget’s first Ethiopian food experience, I took the camera along with everything else.
Husband locked up the house, and I carried the baby, my purse and a bag to the car.
Flash forward. We are driving down the road when I hear this thump. Immediately, I think of the old joke (now a cliche) of a dead body in the trunk. I said nothing though.
A few miles later, I heard another thump. We make a comment about it and kept going up a hill, around some turns and past this cool playground where I want to take Nugget one day. We were approaching the restaurant. I was imagining the soft bread wrapped around warm lentil stew and golden millet soaked with butter. Yum.
Then I realized what the thump was.
Then, I had to tell Husband. It was the camera.
I’d placed the camera on top of the car while getting the baby into her car seat. We drove up and down the busy roads. Either we didn’t see it or someone decided a camera that dropped off the roof of the car is good enough for them and took it.
Husband drove while I sat in back with my head out the window. It was raining, and my hair was wet. I searched every inch of the curbsides as we drove slowly past. Nothing. I got out of the car at one point because I saw something silvery and shiny, but it was an old can.
Husband asked, “What did you think when you put the camera on the roof of the car?”
I said that I thought I’d remember to get it down.
Note to Self: Do Not Place Items on Roof of Car Ever Again.
Stay tuned for part two of this story…
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