Some days are just perfect

There are certain days that you remember like they were just yesterday... It was one of those days that ran like clockwork, from the moment I woke until the moment I went to sleep that night. To someone with a split personality like myself! ....someone who craves "some sort of logical order" with a lot of "fly by the seat of your pants" thrown in..lol...it was a perfect day.

It was cool and gray spring day in Campbellford. In the morning, while 5 1/2 year old Jamie was at school and Kirsten, who would be 4 in 17 days, was at nursery school, I scrubbed our house from top to bottom...now, they call it nesting...who knew???... back then it was just called...cleaning your house! In the afternoon I took Jamie back to school while Kirsty and I did a large grocery shopping. To this day, I can still remember carrying the two cartons of large tins of apple juice into the house. It was around 4 o'clock and we had just got back home from picking Jamie up at school when the library called to say the a book I had reserved was in. It was "The Executioner's Song" by Norman Mailer and I was dying to read it, so I threw the kids back in the car...literally..there were no car seats back then lol! and ran to the library which at the time, was up a steep stairway over a store.

Got back home and actually stopped moving for a moment and then it hit me...just a minute here...I am in labour! I was so busy I hadn't even noticed!!!! Talk about a "fly by your pants" type of day! lol It was 5 o'clock. I alerted the "baby daddy" ;-) to the fact that he was needed. I threw the kids back in the car and went to pick up the baby sitter. Back home around 6.00... cooked dinner for all of us....it was hamburgers and frozen french fries. By 7.30 I had Jamie and Kirsten bathed (yes together! :-)) and put to bed...but where was their father???.. The pains were coming pretty fast. :-( I remember seeing the terror in the 13 year old baby sitter's eyes. At five to 8 his secretary finally dropped him home ....Dr. Talkalot! :-) although I don't exactly remember laughing at the time, especially after the "what????...I didn't know...why didn't you drive yourself to the hospital???" remark. . lol! Back into the car and off to the hospital we went.

At 8.35 on Thursday April 10th, 1980 ... one of the longest, skinniest , baldest (sorry Scott! lol) baby boys that I had ever seen was in my arms. By 9.15, I had hopped down off the table and walked back to my room. By 10.30 I was asleep with Scott Karem Thomas in a bassinet next to me. A baby that turned out to be truly and amazingly perfect (we are talking pre- 18 months here! lol) born on an amazingly perfect day.

HAPPY 28TH BIRTHDAY TO MY BABY BOY... I WISH YOU AN AMAZINGLY PERFECT DAY AND A HEALTHY HAPPY YEAR!!!!