It wasn't Brooklyn's exact birthday. It was a few days later, but since we're new to the area, we don't know a lot of people. But I wanted to do SOMETHING with SOMEONE.
A lady from church invited me over for a play date with some other women and I made cupcakes for the event. Getting frosted cupcakes, two kids and a diaper bag to the car isn't an easy feat because I only have two arms. Shocking, I know.
I had Brooklyn in my right arm, the diaper bag draped over my shoulder and the cupcakes in my fully-extended left arm. Adi followed me out the door and I managed to put the cupcakes in the passenger seat and then buckle the girls in. I walked back up to the door, pulled the the last five inches shut, locked it, and started back to the car.
Unfortunately my phone was still inside the house.
I mean, fortunately my phone was still in the house.
I unlocked the door and standing in my entryway were two of these.
That's right. Two pitbulls. Only the two inside my house had no collars. Granted, they had about the same innocent expression. But I absolutely lost my mind.
I screamed. I shouted. I may have accidently even cussed. I pretended that I was going to kick them. And they meandered out like I was the weirdest person they'd ever seen. Maybe I was. Maybe they usually sneak into homes and are greeted with T-bone steak and adoration.
I may greet many guests with steak and love, but not stray dogs.
Some things I am grateful for with this situation.
-My phone was inside.
-My children were not inside.
-The dogs didn't attack me.
-I didn't attack the dogs.
-They didn't poop or break anything.
-I didn't decide to leave my phone home and lock them INSIDE my house for 3 hours while I went to playgroup.
Oh, and on the way inside playgroup, Brooklyn bridged the gap between me and the cupcakes and caught one with her face. Happy Birthday!