Yesterday is a prime example. I wouldn't post it here for the world to see except I shared this story with my Business Law class this morning and they thought it was funny.
Those of you who actually know my boys . . . you know they are 100% BOY! Dirty . . . Stinky . . . Loud . . . Sticky . . . Hungry . . . Cute . . . Sweet . . . Lovable
Mostly dirty and stinky! ;D
Anyway. We very rarely travel without food or toys. Alex and Shane are particularly guilty of having small toys and candy and snacks tucked away in their pockets.
When I clean my van out (once a year ;D), I find all kinds of lost toys and petrified food items. I know. Gross. Don't judge. Just keep reading. It gets worse.
So I have an uneventful day for a Monday. Nothing to blog about.
Then I pick the boys up at school. . . now I have something to blog about. :D
I have to pay my electric bill so we head over to 4-County Electric to pay the bill. Instead of going through the drive-thru to pay my bill, I park and go inside leaving the boys in the van. I know. Not a good thing to do, but taking all 3 into the office would not be a good thing either. Next time, I'll go through the drive-through, I promise!
Anyway, I gave them clear instructions to stay seat-belted in the seats . . . coupled with very specific threats of disciplinary action should they disobey me and went inside confident that all would be well.
I was in there just a few minutes but that's all the time they needed . . . Yes they got out of their seats. Not Shane, of course, because he's still in a carseat. When I walked out of the office I could see them laughing and I knew that wasn't a good sign at all.
While I was in the office paying my electric bill, Alex and Zach were throwing food items at each other and at Shane -- poor sweet defenseless Shane! And not just any food item but old, petrified hotdog weiners that Alex had left in the back of the van where he sits. . . not whole pieces of weiner but partially eaten hotdog weiners that had been in the back of the van so long that I don't remember when I gave them to Alex in his lunchbox for snack. ( I know healthy stuff. Don't judge. He loves hotdog weiners.)
Can you imagine? They all thought it was hysterical. Flying petrified hotdog weiners. The sad thing is I looked for them when we got home so I could get them out of the van and I only found one! My van is so sad especially in the very back where Alex sits. . . all by himself. It's so nasty back there that Zach won't sit back there and I . . . well, I just avoid looking back there too closely.
I guess during Christmas break I'll be cleaning out the van . . . again. Gross. And I am resolved that there will be no more eating in the van! (or at least until I forget)
After this whole flying hotdog weiner experience, I decided that we were not going to the Christmas parade.
But then . . . I hated to miss the Christmas parade. Afterall, Shane and I had been good. So I loaded them all back in the van and headed into town that night for the parade. Dave was at work so I was on my own.
Here we are waiting on the parade:
We enjoyed the parade. The boys loved the candy and the fire trucks, horses, and four-wheelers the best!
The very LOUD four-wheelers. Alex said, "Mom it's a motorcycle gang!"
The EMCC National Football Champions! Way To Go Lions!
I hope you've gotten to see a Christmas parade this year! I'm glad we made the trip back to see our hometown parade. I wish I had more pictures to share, but my camera battery kept dying!
Y'all have a great day and if you see me in the road . . . you may want to watch for flying hotdog weiners!
Tina and the Ferrell boyz!