I have lots of friends, but only a small handful that fall into the category of "I can call you at 4am to bail me out of jail, clean me up, and then ask you to give me one of your kidneys." I hold these people very close to my heart. Unfortunately, most of them are too far away to bail me out. Lucky for me, one is moving back down this way. *happy dance* (now the rest of you can start making moving plans, now, right now, please) Even better, we got to meet for lunch... with all the hooligans too, well, all but Thomas who was in school. Have I ever mentioned that I love Cracker Barrel? We laughed at the menu's "low car" offerings. Sure, the 1/2 pound bacon cheeseburger is low carb, so it must be health?!?! Whatever. You don't go to Cracker Barrel to eat low carb, dimwit.
My dear friend has a new baby that I have been itching to get hold of. She is a teeny tiny little 3 months and weighs maybe 10 pounds. I was holding her and having a grand time. Then food came. Jerry had pancakes. While holding her, I spread the butter, cut the yummy goodness, and opened and poured the syrup. Michael was on my other side, and I kept reaching into the diaper bag for granola bars and lots of fruit snacks to feed him. Oh yeah, and keep retrieving the little golf tees from the game on the table that Michael kept launching all over. Still holding the sweet little baby girl. Then my phone rang. "Hey Tyler, whatcha need?" I think I was eating some here and there too.
Both my friend and her husband looked over at me and kept offering to take the little girl. I told them I was fine and for them to enjoy eating their food without having to take care of her for a few minutes. The husband looked at his wife and said "How does she do that?" to which she replied "She's been through 3 kids already. She's had practice at this." He just sort of looked at me and said something along the lines of "impressive."
Yup, that's me... Ms. Impressive... I can hold a baby, fix and cut a pancake, find and open and serve fruit snacks, fetch falling and flying objects, talk on the phone, keep kids relatively happy, carry on a conversation with two other adults and two other children, and eat my own food.
Thanks for lunch and the company, guys. Can't wait to do it again!
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I love it! And I would totally fly to NC to bail you out of jail at 4am...sort of ;) Just don't get landed in Jail and its good!
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