Attempted break-in

There was an attempted break-in at our new house we'll be moving into next week. It was me. They gave us the keys a few days early, and we've been taking a few things over* each time we drive to that side of the lake. The first time I went over there, I couldn't get the keys to open the front door, so I just went in through a side door. Unfortunately, this side door just opens onto a courtyard and not into the actual house. As I stood there trying to open the actual door to the house, I realized that while I hadn't been successful in actually getting into the house, I had managed to trip the alarm. And it was at that moment that I remembered that the alarm code was at home on our kitchen counter--unread.

It wasn't even an actual break in. I'd make a terrible thief.

While I was having this adventure, William was in his car seat-- how shall we say this?-- making a big mess. I cleaned him up with baby wipes, but even though you'd think I should be an expert in packing a diaper bag, I had managed to leave the house without any diapers or clean clothes. 

With William dressed in some strategically placed burp cloths and a blanket, we headed over to Penny's school for a welcome breakfast for new families. And what a breakfast it was! There was an absolute cornucopia of fruit cascading over itself on the buffet table. There was a foundation of grapes, interspersed with plums and carefully carved papayas as colorful accents. I wish I'd had a camera! And with classical piano music playing in the background, there were a couple guys in tuxes ready to take away your juice goblet once you finished. In my jeans shorts and T-shirt, I felt a bit underdressed-- like I usually do in Brazil. But William was even more underdressed than I was, so that's something, I guess.