Dirt Clod Baseball, Russian Roulette and the Official Potty Dance

This morning I had to take the Suburban in to get the locks repaired. They stopped unlocking when you would push the remote. It makes it kind of hard to get everyone loaded in to the car when the locks don't work. Anyway, luckily we had the same problem last year so even though our bumper to bumper warranty was over, the warranty on the repaired locks was still working so we didn't have to pay to get them fixed. Wahoo!! Anyway, I went in after I dropped the three oldest boys at Kids in the Park so I just had Noah and Sarah with me. We were there for about two VERY LONG hours. Noah decided he'd had enough after the first 15 minutes and he screamed the rest of the time. During the first 15 minutes he was good, he figured out how to stand in his stroller. After that there was no way to get him to sit down in his stroller. What a little stinker! After that very long two hours I was so glad to get my car back with working locks and the best part is we didn't have to pay for the repair since it was still covered under the previous lock repair warranty--Wahoo again!!

Right after getting the Suburban fixed it was time to pick up the boys from Kids in the Park. I was picking them up when I got a call from Aaron saying the truck had died. He has been driving the truck because the Elantra's registration has expired and we haven't had time to renew it. Besides it needs a new brake job on the back wheels so that just adds to the time investment so Aaron has been driving the truck until he can get to fixing the car. Anyway, he was just coming back from a really important meeting on the other side of the base when the truck just quit in the middle of the road. Luckily some good Samaritan helped Aaron push it off the road into a parking lot. That's when Aaron called me saying he needed help. For some reason since last spring the gas gauge in the truck stopped registering so you just have to guess at how much gas you have in the tank. Aaron was playing Russian Roulette and Aaron guessed WRONG. Luckily the only thing wrong with the truck was it was out of gas. I brought him a few gallons of gas to put in it and the truck started right back up after the gas lines got primed. We really need to get the gas gauge fixed. I thought it was a low priority item, but if I have to keep rescuing Aaron it might get moved up on the priority list. So out of our three vehicles only one was driveable today. Geez--cars are a necessary evil! You can't live with them and you can't live without them either!

After getting Aaron back on the road, I took the kids home to have a quick lunch. While I was fixing lunch the kids were out in the backyard playing. After a few minutes I heard a lot of screaming. I went outside to find Daniel laying on the ground screaming and crying. I asked what happened and finally got the whole story in between the sobbing. Josh and Daniel were playing dirt clod baseball. It was Josh's turn to bat with a huge stick, but Daniel got to close to the stick bat and got hit in the side of the head with it. It left a pretty nice goose egg. Of course the picture doesn't do it justice. However, dramatic Daniel is playing the part of a poor, pathetic, victim pretty well. Boys will be boys I guess.

After lunch we headed over to play some bowling. We were in the middle of the second game and Sarah had started losing interest. To keep herself entertained she went over to the ball ramp and used it like a slide. She didn't care if she banged her head into the chairs at the bottom of the ramp/slide. Good thing the employees at the bowling alley know us well enough to not put anyone in the lanes next to us while we are bowling there!! Anyway, she was over there long enough to take care of business in her diaper. Seriously, I can't go anywhere without her doing that in her diaper!!! It is ridiculous!!! Noah passed the time bowling by having some toe jam dessert. MMMMMMMM, yummy!
For some reason at the beginning of every dinner Daniel has to go potty. It is EVERY dinner without fail within the first two minutes of sitting down Daniel insists he HAS to go potty. Today I thought I would plan ahead. A few minutes before we sat down to dinner I made Daniel go potty. He refused and said he really didn't need to go at all. Aaron told him if he didn't go then, then he wouldn't be able to go during dinner. Daniel said fine and then everyone sat down to eat dinner. Sure enough two minutes into dinner Daniel started getting squirmy and said he REALLY needed to go potty. Aaron told him no, but after a few minutes of watching him squirm Aaron said Daniel could go potty if he refilled his cup of water. After Daniel filled up his cup of water he sent him over to fill up my cup of water. It was so funny to watch him squirm even more while watching the water pour from the fridge into the cup. What is it about running water that makes you need to go even more?! I recorded him filling up my cup.



He really did need to go potty. Geez--crazy kid!!