Baby Plots

Eric and I knew that Bailey would change our lives in many various and indescribable ways. We expected to be servants to her every wants and needs, as she is unable to do so herself. We knew we would be changing our schedules to have more family time together. However, we didn't know the extent of her powers until this last week.

On Monday, August 31st, Bailey masterminded that my position at the YMCA be eliminated, due to a bad budget year. I was given the option to finish my week at work or not return after that meeting. I decided to finish the week so I would be paid for the week and keep my insurance for another month and started looking for jobs that night. I applied for an administrative assistant position at the college and hoped for the best. On Tuesday, I conducted a phone interview for the aforementioned job and set up an actual interview for Friday.

On Wednesday, I was working late and when I arrived at home Eric wasn't feeling well. We thought maybe it was a UTI. So I bought 128 oz of cranberry juice which Eric chugged over 12 hours and did not help. So we thought it was an intestinal issue and tried Ex-lax, which apparently really does taste like chocolate.

On Friday, I spent the morning with Bailey before getting ready for my interview. Bailey went with Grandma Nicely to the dance studio and I went to my interview. I thought everything went well and they told me they would let me know either way sometime next week. So I headed home to file for unemployment, so I could at least get paid while I job searched and then changed my clothes to walk to the studio to get Bailey. While I don't understand the reasoning for her next manuever, we still attribute it to her. As I came down the steps at the studio and hit the wet paint on the landing, I slipped and fell on my butt and smacked my back on the bottom step and ruined my favorite jeans. I'm guessing that was her punishment

for the interview.

On Saturday, Bailey's plan for Eric's appendix to explode came to fruition as he went to Urgentcare to get it checked out at 9am and was in surgery at DRMC by 1pm. This

provided Bailey with 2-4 weeks of Daddy time while he recovers from the surgery.

Finally, on the following Friday, Bailey's plans for more Mommy time were completed when the college called to say that she did not get the job.

They say that "Men plan, God laughs." Well, I say, "Parents plan, Babies plot, Babies conquer all."