One for the Books

Hey Sage,

I've been mulling over how to write up this post to you ever since your Mommy texted me last night. Here goes.

You and your family were driving from home in Houston to Dallas last night, about a four-hour ride. I got one report that you were screaming and your sister was watching Madeline on the car DVD player. Okay. Pretty normal. I was watching a show online that your mom had watched the night before, so we were texting back and forth about that. Then, all of a sudden, in the middle of the conversation, this text came through:

"Just nursed Sage while driving!"

I read this first line, and was horrified. How was it possible that your parents, two of the most safety conscious people I know, allowed you to be unbuckled during a car ride? No way! I thought.

Then I read the second line:

"Hung over her face in car seat!"

Oh my gosh! I felt better that you were safely still snug in your car seat, but now I'm picturing Mommy, unbuckled and in some insane position, making sure you didn't go hungry.

I think this is and will remain one of the greatest stories of your infant-hood. But, because of its delicate nature, I am going to ask your mommy first if I can put it on your blog. So right now, I'm saving this, and then I'm going to email it to her. Once she agrees, I'll put it up so forevermore, you know how much your mom loves you!

Love you,

Auntie K