Count to 10, deep cleansing breath, count to 10...

Imagine this: Only in the post office at 4:00 in the afternoon, 3 days before Christmas, with a line out the door...Kallen is running around acting like this while screaming "I want my daddy, and I want to go home," and Kynlee in my arms kicking, screaming, and smacking me in the head as well...



Good times, Good times!!!

Blessings,

Body Parts

Tuesday was the start of my MOPS group for this year, and if you remember...it wasn't such a fun time for Kallen last year. I prayed and prayed before heading off that morning, that Kallen would enjoy his time downstairs with the other kiddos, therefor allowing me to enjoy my time upstairs with the other ladies.

On the drive, we talked all about going to visit some of our "friends", and playing with the fun toys, and having a great time. Kallen was all smiles! The smiles even continued when we got there. I put him in the little room, played a little bit, and one of the workers came and distracted him enough that I could head upstairs!!!

I checked on him several times in the first hour since they were a little shorthanded for help with the Moppets, and I didn't want Kallen taking up all of someones time. No problems so far...all was well!

There was one point when Kallen started crying for me so loud and so animated, that it started ALL the rest of the kids crying! Poor Guy! They distracted him, and got him calmed down, but because that happened, I thought I should head downstairs early to get him while he was still in a good mood.

I sat in the little room with him, and let him play with the other kids while I fed Kynlee...Well...Here's where the story gets good:

Kallen found a little baby doll...Oh how cute (I won't tell your father), and was ever so gently caring it around the room. He was supporting her head, patting her back, and even placed her in the excersaucer for a little while. Then, he brought the dolly over to me, placed her in the chair next to me and proceeded to point out all of her body parts. "Baby head...baby hand...baby foot..................baby PACKAGE"! Ahhhhhh! Yes...my darling husband has taught Kallen that his private area is called a "package". Kevin thinks it's hilarious, though he is not the one taking Kallen places in public where his anatomy can be discussed with perfect strangers. He then proceeded to flip the baby on her tummy and shout out "pee eww", "I pooped" (Kevin has also taught him to proudly raise his hands above his head and shout "I pooped" when he does so in his diaper"

Okay, time for damage control!!!

3 Quarters

Have you ever had what I like to call a "turtle moment". One where if you were a turtle, you would climb into your shell never to emerge again. Well, I had one of those very moments, just the other day.

I was standing in line at the grocery store, with a full cart, and two kids who were more than ready to be done shopping. Just as the clerk began ringing up the last few items, I went to reach for my wallet, and what do you know...it wasn't in my purse. I instantly began having a panic attack (well not a real panic attack, just the kind where you want to disappear and go on with life as if it never happened.)

I told the clerk to "stop ringing things up because I didn't have my wallet." What does she say? "Well, how about a debit card or a credit card". "Uh yeah lady...they are in my WALLET". "Oh, how about your ID for the beer, and I'll ring everything up and set it aside". "Um...IN MY WALLET". Then I realized that I had opened the chips to give Kallen a little snack while we were in the store. She said "Well, we'll just void out the order", "fine" I said "except that I've already opened the chips, and I only have 3 quarters in my purse".

By this time my face was bright red, the people in line behind me were totally annoyed, as was the clerk, and the bag boy was looking at my like I was the worst human being ever.

I was hoping my wallet had just slipped out of my bag in the car somewhere, so I get Kallen and Kynlee out of the cart, leave my groceries behind and head out to the car to find the item in question!

There it was between the console and my drivers seat. We headed back into the store, actually equipt with some money this time, only to find that they truly had voided the entire order and needed to ring it all up again. I kept apologizing profusely to the clerk and bag boy, and they never uttered as much as a second hello. They just said "uhu". I grabbed my groceries, and the kids and headed out of the store totally flustered, annoyed and beyond embarrassed.

Life lesson #97...Always check for you wallet before heading into the grocery store!