For a Second.

I took Mason to my most recent yearly exam at the ob/gyn. Partly because he's easy to cart around and partly because I had a strange request of my doctor. He's moving out of state next month, so this would be the last time we'd see him and I didn't get the standard photo of my baby with the doctor in the hospital after birth. So, I asked Dr. Pollock if he could spare the time. I told him that I could hear Mason, my second child, years down the road looking at Teagan's baby book and saying "What about me?" I said I knew that he was busy, but if he could spare a moment...and he said, "For a second." Initially I thought he was suggesting he only had but a second to spare, but he went on to confess that he was a second child. He said his sister had an entire baby book devoted to her accomplishments, and that evidently he did absolutely nothing of note besides being born. So he said that for a second child, he would take however long it took to get a photo for his baby book. Unconventional? Maybe. But bless his heart.

And in an unexpected turn of events, my yearly visit to the lady doctor was not the worst part of my day. It was waking up a drunk driver passed out in middle of an intersection and calling it in on my way home. At noon. On a Tuesday. With this little guy in the back. Drive safe, Vegas.