Run Bailey Run

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We have a 1 year old escape artist on our hands. We trekked out to University Hospital for Hazel's two week appointment. Hard chairs, a two hour appointment, a couple of crazy kids, and way too much walking and I was pretty much ready to drop dead. And just went I thought we were done and ready to go home, we got the good news that Hazel needed to go to the lab to get her two week blood screening done. Oh joy. So we corralled our kids and started the seemingly endless walk to the lab. Sam hurried ahead to check in and get in line while Bailey and I brought up the rear at our snail pace. A long wait, a few pokes, a little blood, and a lot of screams and a few tears later we were finally done with the hospital and ready to return home.

Sam packaged up the tot while Bailey continued to roam the front of the hospital (the location of the lab). When we were ready to go we called for Bailey to turn around and head over to us. We had parked in the parking garage and needed to walk away from the front revolving doors. Too bad our casino stay in Reno for Thanksgiving introduced Bailey to the fun adventure of revolving glass doors. She was about ten feet ahead of us, gave us a look over her shoulder, and then took off running towards the front doors. Sam, holding Hazel in her car seat with the diaper bag over his shoulder, starts chasing after her. I stood there half laughing half embarrassed because my lovely stitches prevented me from walking normal, let alone chasing after a naughty baby. I watched as Bailey made it into the door and then started laughing out loud as Sam missed it. At first we thought she wouldn't walk fast enough and she would force the door to stop moving, but she just marched right along with the speed of the door. Next we thought she was going to make her way outside and start a new adventure in the street or the concrete staircase. This worry forced Sam to run towards the regular door, still hauling all of his cargo while I sat back and laughed by myself while other people were around and could hear me (awkward). She did not go outside. Instead she just continued to march around in the doors circle. Once again Sam nearly missed making it into her section of the door, but at the last second made it in by the skin of his nose. Bailey was finally captured and dragged back to me. I was using all my will power and every muscle in my body to not pee my pants (I did just have a baby thirteen days earlier) as I laughed at Sam who was dragging the one year old, carrying the car seat, and strapped to the diaper bag.

Can I just add that there were at least 8 adults (hospital staff and people waiting for their valet parked cars) who watched this whole scene play out and did nothing. Pretty sure Bailey and Sam ran by about 6 of them and not a single person helped out. None of them really laughed either. They were probably just judging us and feeling sorry for our poor children.
Note to self. Stop looking at the cute little smile and start focusing on the mischievous glean in those eyes.