Things I was reminded of today...

Baby Car-car, Davis and Owen in 2006

In this post I thought that I would mention a few funny and memorable things that I want preserved for future generations. I know that I should post more here and there instead of big chunks once a week, but here it is anyway…

Crunchy: Since Owen was two he has had an imaginary friend named “Crunchy”. I am still wondering where he got that name. Owen mostly talks to Crunchy on his Buzz Lightyear cell phone and will occasionally tell me things that are happening to his friend. We didn’t hear about our pal Crunch for months, but recently he has resurfaced. In the past few weeks I have learned that Crunchy has a brother named “Juicy” and another named “Pizza” (I am dying to see what this kid names his children since he named his baby “Car-car” when Jed and I didn’t use it for Davis and he was disappointed that we wouldn’t name Kate, “Flower”) and that he is on a mission for our church in San Diego (the same mission that Owen hopes to go to because it is near Disneyland and has the word “Diego” in it--he likes the show “Go Diego Go”). This kid has quite the imagination and I find it fascinating to see how his mind works. Oh, and while I am on this subject I should mention that, according to Owen, tomorrow is Car-car’s birthday, so Happy Birthday Car-car!

The Bread Store: My friend, Kayde, reminded me this week of this incident that happened a few weeks ago. Every few weeks I take my kids to a bread outlet in town. It is amazing how much bread and tortillas we go through, so I have deemed this outing very much worthy of my time and I am always so pleased with myself afterward for the money I have saved. Well on this particular day Kate was finally asleep in her car seat, which I had set on the cart in the front. Davis had wanted to ride in the back, but I had explained to him that I needed that space for all of the bread that we needed to load up on. He seemed okay with that and was content hanging on to the side. Owen begged me to push the cart and so I relented. I had Owen push the cart over to the shelf that I needed to be at and then I bent down to look at something. I had my back toward them, so I am not exactly sure how it happened, but before I knew it I heard a huge crash…the cart had tipped on it’s side landing on top of Davis (who was screaming) and dropping Kate’s car seat on it’s side as well (she was now awake and also screaming). I hurried to comfort/quiet my children (Owen was standing dazed and confused a few feet away—I am sure he was waiting to see if he was in trouble) and then I said something dumb like, “Talk about making a scene” to all of the bread store workers who had come to my aid. OK, so someone please tell me that this has happened to you too?

Ironing Smironing: I know that it is no secret that I do not enjoy laundry and ironing is definitely not high on my priority list these days. Basically I iron no more than once a week and when I do it is on Saturday night in preparation for our Sunday morning church. All that being said, several weeks ago now I was getting ready to go to a baby shower on a Thursday night. I had decided to wear a shirt that needed to be ironed, so I bit the bullet and did it. As I was standing at the ironing board in the laundry room Owen walked by. He stopped and looked at me with a puzzled look and then finally asked, “Is tomorrow Sunday?” I laughed so hard…maybe someday I will learn to love ironing, but I am not holding my breath.