Welcome to my little ol' blog. I'll be upfront about it: I don't blog very often any more. If you found your way here because you read my book "Trailer Life," have a gander! But it's easier to keep up with me on Instagram or on my Facebook page. I have this long, drawn out theory on why I'm a terrible blogger, but that is a story for another day. Enjoy the ramblings of my life from the last 8 years or so.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Warning: Grocery shopping can be harzardous to your health!
In true Ed and Will fashion, they crashed a shopping cart today. They convinced me we NEEDED candy corn, and while I turned my back to peruse the goods, they tipped the cart over. Heads were hit, fingers smashed, knees bruised, tears shed. It was not a pretty sight, and I'm grateful Ed didn't break his hand, or that Will got a concussion. Ed's nasty, dirty, nose picking (and eating- eww) fingers can now add the adjectives "swollen and bruised". The thing is, I only had the three kids, as Kacy was in school. I still made a shopping cart train, where I put the boys in their own cart and Jessie and the food in the other. I then pull the kids behind me using my left hand while pushing the other cart in front of me with my right. It's the only way. I only turned my back for a second. This happened to me recently when Kacy and Will were hanging on the back of the cart (where the handle is), and I had told them not to do that. Being the super good listeners they are, they did it anyway and less than a minute later they were on the ground, shopping cart on top of them. It was in more of a slow motion that time, and since my back wasn't turned I was able to help slow the fall by catching the cart at the last second. They still fell and heads were banged, tears were shed, but nothing serious. Ryan pointed out the common denominator: Will. He might not go shopping with me anymore. He crashes carts. And he insists I buy things like candy corn, Little Debbie snacks, and ice cream.