I was called for jury duty on November 7th. Not only was I selected for a jury (misdemeanor DUI/DWI), but I volunteered to serve as the jury forewoman. Because if I was going to have to miss two days of work to fulfill my civic duty I was going to take advantage of the experience. I am now fully versed in the DUI/DWI laws in the State of Arizona and exempt for jury service for two years. We found the defendant guilty on both charges and I celebrated the conclusion of my jury service by having a BIG martini at a JCC event that night.
And there was a little incident that occurred this past weekend. The weather was nice so we took Noah to the zoo. He was digging the experience so we wandered over to the petting zoo area. It was my idea to let Noah walk around and pet the goats and sheep but I didn't take a moment to consider that possibility that he could trip and fall right into a puddle of goat and sheep shit. I was, however, forced to consider this as Dan and I were plucking Noah out of said puddle, (it is at this point in the story that Dan would like for me to point out that he said letting Noah walk around the petting zoo would be a bad idea). Like any good mom, I washed his pants out in the sink in the barn and pushed him in his stroller for the rest of the afternoon wearing nothing but a t-shirt, diaper, pacifier, and sneakers from Stride Rite that light up. Noah looked like the poster child for "White-Trash-Baby" magazine. Some of you may be wondering WHY I did not have a change of clothes in the diaper bag. The reason I don't is because the last time Noah had an accident that required a change of clothes was about six months ago. Call me lazy. Call CPS for all I care.
Since I don't feel like downloading the pictures on my camera right now I am going to post a "flashback" picture taken of Noah this time last year. Back when we was eight weeks old. He looks so much older in this picture!
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