I was reading my friend Janell's blog the other day, in which she confessed to some scatterbrained tendencies. (Janell is honest enough to use the "scatterbrained" term. Most of us chalk up our forgetfulness to "Mommy brain," which is really just the excuse we use when we're too young for "senior moments.") Her stories reminded me of an incident from Zoodle's infancy.
We were at a church event. Zoodle had been passed from person to person. Suddenly I realized that the last person I remembered seeing him with had left, and I didn't know where he was.
"Where's Zoodle?" I asked The Engineer in an anxious voice.
He gave me that look--you know, the one that requires no words to say, "Have you totally gone off your rocker?"
And I realized Zoodle was very close to me.
On my lap.