Weekend Update

First of  all, before I recap the weekend, I wanted to thank you all for you kind thoughts and comments regarding my grandmother.  She is still pretty sick, but I am extremely grateful that me, my husband, and the kids got to all see her again.  She was pretty alert and I had a couple nice little conversations with her, which I am thankful for.

Thank you.

On Friday afternoon, around 4pm, we loaded up and headed out-of-town.

Look at the kids . . . doing great if I do say so myself . . . .

True . . . this picture was taken before we had even left town . . .

But just look at how well it is going!

I’m sure it is on account of my sweet parenting skills.

I don’t wanna brag, but I’m kind of the bomb.

Ok . . ok . . .ok.

I’m not the bomb.

20 minutes into the trip, these were the shouts of anarchy we heard from the backseat:

Interruption:  Who knew that young children could be filled with such rage?

“Mom!  She’s looking at me mean!”

“Mom!  Her stuff’s on my side!”

“Mom!  I am soooooooooooo bored.”

“Mom!  When do we break for dinner?”

“Mom!  She won’t share her DS!”

“Mom!  When do get a snack?”

“Mom!  I have to pee!”

“Mom!  I’m bored!”

“Mom!  Turn your music down!  I can’t hear my DS!”

“Mom!  Where are we going?”

“Mom!  Can we go swimming?”

“Mom!  Truck bye-bye big bishie bye-bye in da wah-wer!”

That would be the 2 year old.

“Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. MoMoNoNoNoNo. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

That would be the 1 year old.

Don’t be jealous of my boys’ brilliant early language skills.

Perhaps, if you are so lucky, one day I will post about my sweet early language lessons so your children can be as brilliant as mine.

Until then, you will just have to come to terms with the fact that my boys are ahead of yours.

Deal with it.

So, the Lumberjack is all about making good time.

So, I had to resort to limiting my fluid-intake so as to not frazzle him or upset him in any way.

And I still had to ask him to stop three times.

Yes.

I failed him.

To make up for lost time, he decided we should have everyone eat dinner in the car.

For the first time.

Ever.

Oh, joy.

So, I got to sit in the backseat between the two dudes and help them eat their dinner.

Now this, gentle readers, was a treat.

And I got to stress about how the Lumberjack was going to eat a salad and drive us safely to our destination.

Of course on the night he is drive-eating he gets a notion to eat healthy and chooses a salad.

Cheeseburger, Lumberjack.

Cheeseburger.

Any-who . . . as I was searching for the FM modulator (FM-who?  Exactly.) for Sir Salad, I came across these

bullets.

I guess you never do know when you are going to need a spare bullet.

I can’t, for the life of me, get him to put one of those ice-scraper thingies in my car.

But bullets, he remembers.

Weird, Lumberjack.

Weird.

Right after we ate, guess what happened?

The good news is, 3 kids slept for 3 hours.

 

Can you guess what the bad news was?

This.  

This was the bad news.

Yes.

Handsome Dude’s pajamas are on backwards.

He prides himself on dressing himself.

And we are too tired to care anymore.

And, yes.

This fun lasted from the hours of 10:30pm-12:30am.

I am certain that the other hotel patrons loved us.

Oh, yes.

Loved us.

We may or may not have given 2 out of 4 children a small dose of Benadryl.

Don’t judge.

You would do it, too.

Alright.  So, on to Saturday.

Now, on Saturday, we were first to meet up with the Lumberjack’s little brother, Jason.

Do you all remember Jason?

Now, Jason lives in the very same exact town as we do.

Yet, why are we meeting up with him two states away?

Hmmm . . . . interesting.

I told you my in-laws are weird.

So, Jason wants us to go to this REI sale with him.

Yes.

Does not REI sound like the store of my dreams?

So, we MapQuest it, cause we are technologically hip like that, and we head off to meet Jason.

Two states away.

Who we see weekly in our hometown.

Interruption:  Can we not all agree that Handsome Dude is such a precious little dude?  I mean look at him.

Cowboy boots?

Check.

Horsie?

Check.

Glasses?

Check and hallelujah!

Precious boy pointing at big manly man truck?

Check.

Now, this REI had parking in a parking garage.

Raise your hand if you drive any sort of large van, SUV, or truck.

Are not parking garages the most terrifying beasts you can encounter while driving in such large rigs?

Am I the only one who ducks the entire time?

We are not certain if our rig was technically too big for this particular parking garage.

Thoughts?

So, anyways, we walk around REI for some time and we do not find Jason.

Remember Jason?

Oh, I crack myself up.

So we call him.

Turns out we are the wrong REI.

Silly us.

Who knew a city could have more than one?

So, we find him and all is well.

Now, back in the days of old, I wrote a post recapping a camping trip.

I mentioned that on this particular camping trip, my mother-in-law informed Jason that it was about time he “got a honey.”

Attention Mother-in-Law:

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!

Jason!

You silly boy, you!

That’s why you are so far from home!

You got a honey!

Yay!

And, her name is Amy and we enjoyed her company thoroughly.

And she didn’t even seem horrified or overwhelmed by our crazy offspring.

She’s a keeper!

So, we did a lot of visiting with my grandma and other relatives who live in that region.

It was lovely and fun and we had a grand time.

I, however, neglected to take pictures of such events.

I know, I know.

Boo, Taylor.

Boo.

I did, however, remember to take pictures of us going through the car wash.

Why?

Because it scared the bajibbers out of my boys that’s why!

And, personally, I found it to be hilarious.

Is that bad?

And, in conclusion, here are just a few more random shots from our quick road trip:

Yes.

We pride ourselves on a tidy hotel room.

Now that’s just cute.

Can we please stop and have a moment of applause for Handsome Dude?

Handsome Dude did not lose his glasses once during the course of this adventure.

Hooray, Handsome Dude!

Hooray!

BOOOOORRRREEEEEEDDDOOOMM.

Wait a tick!

Those two kids look strangely like Handsome Dude and Daisy Mae!

Have they been lumberjackling-napped?

I kid!

I jest!

Those fine folks are my parents and they offered to take on half the crew for bit.

Foolish idea, Mom and Dad.

Foolish.

Sweet Pea helping Little Dude watch a video.

Precious to my heart.

Well, that concludes this edition of Weekend Update!

Hope you all had wonderful weekends!

Later, Dudes!