Lessons Learned

We hustled after work last night to get to the blood bank due to the dire calls pleading for O- donations in the summer season of car accidents and stupid accidents and tragic accidents. Donating blood is a small thing I'm committed to doing for our world. I learned this directly from my Dad who was faithful and loyal to the blood bank. (Insert rant about the terrible and incorrect policies disallowing gay men from donating blood.)

So, Chris plays with Ollie while I donate. Ollie explores the canteen with fervor. Ollie says hello to everyone, woos them into his kingdom, makes world peace. Ollie eats the animal crackers and takes one step, crawls, one step, crawls (repeat x50).

So I walk across the street to the mega outdoor lovely mall while Chris donates in order to entertain the toddler and learn quickly that:

1) You really do need to wait in the canteen, hydrate and eat something after donating, especially when its 92 and humid, you ran 7.4 miles that morning and are on a pretty low calorie diet anyways.
2) They simply don't make baby shoes (sandals) in Size 4! I looked in four stores and there is a gap. My poor child just needs some sandals for beachtime fun!
3) When dizzy and weak from a blood donation, don't bend over time and time again to see if the next pair of baby Size 5's might fit.
4) There is no weakness, hunger or amount of whiney toddler that Rick Bayless tortas and tacos from Frontera Grill can't fix.