Monday, May 31, 2010

Vineyards & Babies Don't Mesh

This past weekend, I went to my homeland. Rolling vineyards with acres and acres of grapes, just ready to be made into a beautiful bouquet of wine. Ahhhh....swirl, sniff, sip. If I could help the process along and stomp the grapes myself, I would. I would be like Lucy when she goes to Italy? See, it could happen!



Okay, but really, my dad and Jamie came to visit this weekend and have been wanting to go to the local vineyard near my house for some time now. Of course I was really excited and couldn't wait to take them. Michael had to work so he wasn't able to join us and also help with baby duty. Who says babies can't go on wine tours? Ha! That's just what we did. Went on a wine tour. It was absolutely beautiful! We tried putting Davis in the little carrier, strapped on my dad, but he wasn't liking that too much. Note:Everyone on this tour seemed really into it and was especially quiet like we were in a library or something. Of course we would be there to add a little drama. About 10 minutes into the tour, Davis just wants to let it all out. Oh, Dear Lord. Not now. Please, not now. Stares coming from all different directions, with the look of, 'really, lady? You've got to be kidding me!' I happen to glance down at my watch. Crap! No wonder he's starting to fuss. Ooppss...he was supposed to eat 20 minutes ago. I am so getting mother of the year! So Davis and I try and make a quiet exit, and go feed him his bottle. No harm, no foul. We're good to go.

The tour was over, and my dad and Jamie return ready to do some wine tastings. I'm game! Who wouldn't want to do a wine tasting? (Don't look at me, I have my hand raised!) Everything was going great! We talked. Sipped wine. Ate delicious cheese. Then Davis needed a diaper change. Oh, no. There is no changing table. Well, why would there be a changing table at a winery? I got this. I lay his changing pad on the ground and start doing my thing. Well, I have to go now too. Might as well since we're in here. I happened to be wearing a jumper type of outfit. You know, the top and bottom is all one piece. So, I have my top down to my knees and I go about my business. The door swings open and two people are staring at me. Oh, this is fan freaking tastic! I have a baby on the floor and my clothes down to my knees. Perfect. I exit like nothing happened and just smile like it happens everyday. In my head, I'm thinking that these perfect strangers just practically saw my boobs! Oh, the adventures of motherhood never cease!

9 comments:

bj said...

haahhhhaaaaa...this is such a cute post. I can just see you with your clothes down around your knees. I'm tellin' ya...with motherhood, comes ALL sorts of great stories..!

Come over and try for a $60.00 gift card I am giving away. It would sooo make you feel good if you won! :))
xo bj

Kristy said...

Hey, good job for trying! Nothing gets in the way of mommy and her wine!

Natalie said...

Great story - I could see me in the same situation!

Taylor @ The Undomestic Momma said...

hahaha sounds like us!

Nikki said...

I would have done the same thing!!! Just because you are a mommy doesn't mean you can't tour winerys!!!
We are planning on going to one by our house in the next couple of weekends. The baby may or may not come but we are going regardless!!
Hope you had a good time!!! And screw the people who were giving you "the look"!!

Chelle said...

Hahaha! Girl, that totally sounds like something that would happen to me?!

And I swear, babies just know when the worst time possible is to cry! :)

xo

Daisygirl said...

I am laughing so hard but all I can keep thinking is thankfully you had wine all around you so you could just drink it all off and pretend it never happened!!! Oh my gosh!

You had a baby....at a vineyard? haha!!!

LisaDay said...

Ha, ha, ha, ha. Stupid one pieces.

LisaDay

*LLUVIA* said...

BUUUUUUUAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAAAAA...!!!


I can imagine you sitting there doing your thing, half naked...baby on the floor...LMAO!!! Oh man! Don't you just love motherhood!!???

One thing Emma does that I hate, is grab my shirt and tug down always exposing the boobs.

YOu can always pretend to be too drunk to remember should anyone ask. LOL