Saved by the Guns

The boys have convinced themselves that when Santa comes he is going to fill their stockings with candy. Santa really likes this idea because it is easy and cheap. Also, Santa doesn't want to let the kids down (but mostly easy and cheap).
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On the way back from the gym this morning Wyatt asked me if we could color eggs when we got home. I think somebody has their holidays a little mixed up!

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The boys are into telling secrets lately. Mom, I have a secret for you.... "I like dessert" or "I'm sitting next to you" or something equally non-secret-worthy.

But, the funny part is that now Shane will come over to me and whisper baby talk in my ear too. It's about the sweetest thing that you have ever seen!

How does he know to pull the oreo apart? Nature vs nurture.
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Have I mentioned our issues with door locks in this house lately?

One morning a few weeks ago I decided to take the kids to the grocery store. After I got everybody dressed and down to the garage I couldn't find the van keys. So, I went upstairs and looked and looked and looked. Nada.

Then I remembered that John had pulled the van up into the driveway the night before so I called him at work to ask him where the keys were. I knew that I had left one set in the diaper bag on the passenger seat and the other was in the center console. So I needed to know where John had stashed the set that he used to move the van.

John didn't answer his phone so I sent him an email. Usually he will respond to emails within 5 minutes. So we waited and waited and waited. In the garage.

So I called again and emailed again. Still nothing.

So we headed back upstairs. Then I listened to "Where are the van keys?" "Why isn't Daddy calling back?" "Did you look in the basket?" "Mom, why can't we go anywhere?" for 40 minutes until John called back!


Then John told me that he used the valet key to move the van, put it back in the glove box, and promptly locked the doors. So all three sets of keys were locked in the van in our driveway. The conversation went downhill from there (Who leaves 2 sets of keys in 1 vehicle? Who uses a fake valet key anyways? What if there were an emergency? etc.) until John told me that we had an extra set of keys in the gun safe. That would have been nice to know 40 minutes ago, but at least we were able to salvage the morning grocery trip.

So the moral of the story is: You need at least 1 set of keys for each child in the household...and even that may not be enough.

Stay tuned tomorrow for "Breaking into Your own House"