Thongs and things

So many fun and unusual happenings continue to plague my family but there is so little time to write about them. I can't pass this one up. Today, I took the boys shopping. We went to The Container Store (which is like candy land to a pack rat like myself) and then to Target. By the time we got to Target, the kids, who were uncommonly good in The Container Store, had had enough. I take that back. William was still being good, Matthew was having meltdown after meltdown.

The first meltdown occurred when we passed a large tractor outside of Target and I would not stop to let him climb on it (please reference the previous Touch a Truck blog post). The second meltdown occurred when I would not let him "have it" to absolutely everything he was able to physically reach by stretching and contorting himself out of the shopping cart, especially a light up hula hoop which resulted in an actual tug of war in the freaking Target. Really try to imagine this ... Matthew standing in the back of the cart with one leg over the side (straddling the cart) with both of us holding on to either side of the stupid blue light up hula hoop with Matthew screaming "HAVE IT" and every time I pried his hand off the hoop, the other hand shot up to hold on to it over and over again.
This went on for entirely too long. I eventually won, which resulted in the biggest public meltdown we have had yet.

As I am rolling the cart toward the front to pay for all the items that are constantly being tossed out of the back of the cart like a Mardi Gras float by the screaming child, other customers kept looking at us and after they passed, I could hear some giggle and some would just laugh as they passed and everyone was staring at us.

Finally taking my eyes from Matthew, I looked down at William who was sitting in the front of the basket and had been quiet for too long only to see that he had a hold of the 5 for 15 dollars batch of thong underwear that I was purchasing and had one pair hanging out of his mouth, another pair in his hand above his head waving them around like a prize and 3 pair were scattered on the floor like a path through the woods.
(Yes, I buy my underwear at Target. I am poor). I wanted to die, but it was so funny I could not help myself from laughing.

I'm sure this is just the beginning of humiliating experiences at the hands of my boys. (I am out numbered).

Daddy dressed William

This is what happens when I forget to lay out William's clothes for Chris. This is a stained Philly's baseball onsie and red and white striped Valentine's Day pants. The picture just does not do it justice.
I am now going to go torture Chris by making him watch 27 Dresses :)

Touch A Truck

A few weeks ago, we went to Haddonfield, NJ to a fun day called Touch A Truck where kids can (you guessed it)... touch a truck. It was so much fun. They had all kinds of trucks from garbage trucks and 18 wheelers to police cars and SWAT team vehicles. You could climb up on them and sit behind the wheel and honk the horns. It was great except for one thing. Matthew is totally obsessed with tractors. Initially, this was why we brought him there, so he could see a tractor up close. Well he saw the tractor. We could not leave the tractor. We tried to see other things and he just screamed bloody murder and ran back to the tractor. All day, nothing but tractor.
Here are some pictures of the tractor. We all took turns on the tractor.


There was a small tractor with Homer Depot on it for the little kids. Here's Will. He did not like it too much.
There was even a band who played songs such as "Don't pick your nose" and "Don't hit your friends". I swear it. Who could make this stuff up? Apparently this was a cover band who normally plays adult cover songs and they were contracted to play this gig and their child friendly repertoire is low.
Fun Fun Day, Matthew still talks about the twatooor (tractor).