My 3 crazy kids were playing as they waited for me outside. I picked up Brenner and headed out the door just in time to see Dave's little Nissan work-pick-up (that the kids love playing in because Dave only drives it on occasion) slowly backing out the 3rd garage. I ran, holding Brenner in one arm, chasing the Nissan which had Kyler and Lexi inside. As I sprinted beside it I grabbed the open door thinking I could slow the truck but quickly realized my one-arm-supermom-hold was no match for it's increasing velocity down the driveway. I yelled at Kyler and Lexi to jump out and roll before it got going too fast and either hit the fence or went out into the road and possibly into the small ditch on the other side. They both jumped out and the Nissan came to a stop at the edge of the yard and the alfalfa field. No harm done. But boy was I shaking like crazy! I don't know why it scared me so bad, I guess because it was out of my control and I was powerless to save my kids (not that they ended up needing to be saved after all, whew!). I'm just very thankful Porter was beside the truck and not behind it when they put it in nuetral!
After the post office the kids talked me in to stopping for World-Famous shakes at the Emporium. We made it out with only 3 instead of 4 because one of them got knocked on the floor by a child I won't name, and the employees were so busy with lines of tourists that I had to wipe it up with a towel and run behind the counter several times to rinse it out and keep wiping up the strawberry marshmallow dream. So embarrassing. I hadn't gotten ready for the day yet, wearing a baseball hat, and my kids were in mismatched clothes, one of them in barefeet (I had piggy-backed him in the store). We were a sight indeed!
Two of the kids ended up not wanting their shakes after a couple slurps so we decided to take one to Dave (since his was the one that ended up on the floor). He wasn't at either worksite we tried. I had forgotten my cell phone so I couldn't even call him to tell him we were bringing him a surprise and needed to know his location. We were striking out all over the place. And poor Brenner just wanted to be home, poor crying baby.
So after our lovely outing we came home. After times like this I remember all the other trips to town that are way crazier than today and I know why some days we just stay home...












































