The boys and I were on our way home from helping daddy work cows: branding new ones, taking out old tags, tagging new ones, vitamin shots etc. Well, I had planned to go, hang out a bit and then leave, but ended up actually getting my hands dirty, which I do really enjoy most of the time. It is a bit hard with Kellen and Keagan on the loose, but they are at the age where they stay back quite a long way. Grady gets a stick and helps move them up the shoot. Connor will help most of the time, but he is our moody one, so today he was not overly helpful.
Back to my original thought. On our way home we stopped to get milkshakes as a small reward for being good and not causing trouble. Kellen was in the backseat with his, as I was walking into the restaurant to get the rest of our dinner to take home, he apparently was upset that his milkshake was stuck and wouldn't come up the straw. He shook it so hard that it "exploded" to quote Grady. When I opened the door and Grady informed me of this explosion, I was a bit confused until I saw the back window, Connor's shirt and hair, the backseat and the floor. Yes, chocolate milkshake everywhere! He shook it so vigorously that the lid came off and the tasty treat flew all over the third row of seats in our Expedition.
Of course, this mess prompted me to clean the car out. The following is a list of what I found: unopened jar of mandarin oranges, advent calendar with chocolates inside, 2 footballs, 3 basketballs (full size), my coat cover in cow poop, 4 sweatshirts, 2 raincoats, child's pair of rubber boots, child's pair of cowboy boots, 5 hotwheel cars, plastic helicopter, pair of size 3T pants, preschool "I can cut" workbook, My brother's T-shirt, 5 socks, bag of flag football pictures that I still need to hand out to my players, 2 Bible coloring and activity books, mini "I love Jesus" beach ball, 2 backpacks, 2 stocking caps, toothbrush, football mouth piece, diaper bag, my school bag, one dirty pair of underwear, one clean pair of underwear, 3 reading books, one blanky and one suckie.
Yes, funny and shocking. I am not even mentioning the garbage items that I through away. All the above items made it into the house. I should be ashamed, but I'm not. My husband says he is embarrased for me:) I say, Oh well, that's life! It shows what is important to us, what we enjoy doing, and that we are not freaked out about cleanliness:)
