Some mornings all is right in the world, and no one gets pissy and everyone does just what Momma asks. And then other mornings, things are different. We just don't get anything done quickly. The process of getting out the front door to the car, for example, can pass a good 15-20 minutes. This morning it certainly did.
The boys started back at Parents Morning Out and they are loving it. Grady wakes up every morning asking for Ms. Jejica [Jessica], their teacher. So when I finally had them fed, dressed, and had their wily hair somewhat under control and defrizzed, I said it was time to go see Ms. Jessica. He banged on the door to get me to open it, and ran to the car, all the while yelling JEJICA, JEJICA. Passerby's might have thought he was being chased he moved that quickly. When he got to the car, he turned and yelled for Cole.
Cole was not as quick to get moving and also wanted to carry their bag. Super. This won't take much time at all.
5 minutes later Cole was down the three steps, but took a few moments just to gaze up. I suppose he was soaking up the sun and the glorious flowering trees.
His brother was not being as reflective and instead started digging through my errand bag and purse. I got to him before he had the chance to scatter the contents of my purse all over the driveway. He found my work badge and had a good chuckle at it. Don't laugh, Grady. Those cameras at work they use for ID photos make everyone look funny.
Ok. Now, back to Cole. He did make his way down the walkway, but is now engrossed in the embroidery detail of the bag. We've had the bag since before they were born [thanks Kellers!], and he's carried that thing several times a week, but he just had to spend some more time now to look at the tractors. Now.
At this point we're at least next to the car and I was feeling optimistic that we would leave in the next 5 minutes. Then a big truck drove by and we had to stop and stare and discuss. OOOH, BIG TRUCK. BIG TRUCK!
And no activity is complete without this.
He wanted the keys, but unfortunately for him, I need those to drive. Sorry little man.
At this point I've got them close enough to the car that I can grab and buckle in without too much problem. If you grab one, and the other is far away from the car, that kid will bolt! They think it's hysterical to go running into the neighbor's house. The strapped in kid even cheers for the other. It'd be obnoxious if it weren't so funny. If both are close to the car, you can strap one in, and pin the other to the car with your legs. HA! Try running now, Monkey.
Anyway, we got strapped in, and headed to PMO. I then ran some errands and went to work. Along the way, I found me some wabbits.
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