Our day.

The day started out well enough. Michael got up with the kids while I slept in. They were all in decent moods. Dad left for work, I ate some cereal and then we all got dressed. Miranda didn't barf at all yesterday so I figured she was out of the woods.

The girls goofed off together while I prepared snacks.



Then we met up with a bunch of twin moms at a park in Albany. We are doing a cycle of new parks and this was the first one. A new twin mom came with her 7 week olds. Man, they were small. Mine were bigger at 7 weeks, but they still seemed teeny, tiny.






Then we went home, had lunch, and took naps. Naps weren't long, but that was ok as they woke up in good moods and I had promised Parker some Playplace today. After some brief balloon sitting (which ended as you might expect), we all got ready and piled in the car. I opted out of bringing snacks and even considered not bringing jackets, but threw them in at the last moment.



As we were unloading, a guy says to me, You know your back right tire is flat, right?

Ah, no....I didn't know that. Then another guy comes into McDonalds to tell me the same thing adding, it's totally flat now. I ask him where the nearest gas station is. He tells me and also points to Big O Tires across the street. It was 4pm now so I knew I had to get going to get it looked and fixed before 5, when I figured they closed.

So I tell Parker, let's go and he starts crying that Ted is stuck in the slide. And since this is the dreaded Yellow Slide, he won't go in to get him. He sends Ted down the horrible slide, but Parker won't even climb up it half way to retrive his best buddy. So, the screaming starts. He wants Ted. Mommy has to get Ted. Mommy's big butt won't fit in the yellow slide. More screaming. Girls start screaming. I threaten to leave Ted there. More screaming. Crying. Everyone in McDonalds wants me to go in the damn slide to get the stupid Bear. Finally, after what seemed like years later, a little boy takes off his shoes and goes up to get Ted. So we can finally leave and drive on our flat tire over to the Tire Store. It's now 4:30. The guys says it will take an hour. Parker is still pretty upset about everything and the girls are cold and hungry. So I did what I usually do in these situations...Called Michael. He says he'll come meet me in 45 minutes. I asked him to find a near by Park on google, but no luck. So I take the kids (the screaming, crying kids) to mini golf which is the only thing walking distance away. This makes Parker very happy and I think I have saved the day and all will be good and right till bedtime. The girls are loving the bumps and holes and castles. All is well.

And then, Parker has a massive diahrrea on Hole 5. No where near a bathroom. He is screaming again. I pick up the girls and essentially drag everyone to the bathroom where I do my best to clean up the crap that is all over everything. Parker is finally calm and then Miranda and Elizabeth start to fight and hit eachother with golf clubs. Seriously. So I asked Elizabeth if he could just cut me some slack. Which she did.

We get all cleaned up and went back to Hole 5 where we stayed until daddy showed up. A few moments later, we head back to the Tire shop and are informed there is a nail in the tire and the repair is $20. Finally...good news.

We head home, have dinner, and throw the kids in the bed.

Sigh.