On our way to Target, we got pulled over.
For expired registration. I got VERY righteously indignant when the office declared his reasons for pulling us over.
"OH NO!" I argued. "We got our car registered! The sticker is ON THERE! We replaced the WINDSHIELD! Look! See! The registration is JUNE 2011!"
"Yes. 2011..." Officer Friendly countered.
"YES! JUNE 2011! Oh... oh no! I swear! We have 2012 here somewhere!" At this point both Derek and I are tearing our glove box apart. Finally Derek finds it. We were compliant with the law, we just were accidentally practicing civil disobedience by forgetting to put the stupid sticker in place.
He let us go with a gentle reminder to stick the sticker where it belonged, which Derek did, immediately.
Then the day still slumped on, so after Derek went to work, and the babies woke from naps (MUCH TOO SHORT!) we headed to the children's museum.
Oliver LOVES horses. "Take picture... me!" demanded my cowboy. So I did.
|From August 2011|
Then I took this picture of Ezra and I.
|From August 2011|
I took no pictures of Henry or Spencer. They were running wild.
We also met another Oliver EXACTLY my Oliver's age, as in born on April 6th 2009! WEIRD.
And we came home and had scrambled eggs for dinner.
Then later when I was reading our bedtime story, Oliver wandered away. I went to retrieve him, I found him on the swing set, blood gushing from his nose and maybe mouth? The weird thing was, he was calm as a cucumber, having fun, no tears. He barely noticed he was GUSHING BLOOD. I cleaned him up, (still no tears) and put him to bed.
Then I put Ezra to bed and breathed a sigh of relief. No dishes tonight. No laundry. No nothing.
I think we managed to make it through all right, police, whining and blood aside. It can be labeled a "successful" day.
Weird. But successful.