It has been a while since I have written. We have been a little busy! We had a fun trip back from my sister's house. About 13 miles outside of Moorhead our truck started making an awful noise. We thought we blew a tire. Of course, the kids were filled with a 100 questions! We pulled over and there was not a sign of a flat so we decided to keep going very slowly on the shoulder until we got to the next exit, which seemed to take forever. Holden was concerned he would not make it to hockey (we were in charge of treats!). Of course, that was our first priority too!! We limped to the exit and called for a tow truck (good old AAA), however, we found out we needed to renew our membership, not such a big deal but a little bit frustrating when you have 2 kids in the car, it is freezing, and both kids are still asking a 100 question with no time to answer in between them!
Luckily, Cory's step dad was on the way to rescue us and get us to the hockey game on time! I dressed Holden for his game in the back end of the truck, in the mean time Grace peed her pants and she decided she need to change shoes! So the three of us were squished together trying to achieve our individual goals...then g'pa arrived and we crammed 2 car seats, 2 kids, 3 adults and all of our baggage and hockey gear into a sedan...you can fit a lot into that car. But not after being told my butt was too big to fit in the backseat with the kids (by Holden) and that dad could fit better. Needless to say, we had our car towed, we made the hockey with time to spare and we were home by 6 for supper-not bad!

One lesson we have learned from loosing our son is that nothing really can get any worse than it is! We have already lost the most precious thing in the world so everything else seems like peanuts...it is refreshing to have that new outlook. We have already been through the worst of it, the rest is just bumps~nothing to get too jazzed about.

Speaking of peanuts...it made me remember a story that we laughed about recently. While in high school I accidentally backed into the garage door. I had opened the garage but it started to come back down and I did not realize it. I backed out and heard a crack and new I was going to catch it from my parents. When I told dad...he was furious! How could I be so careless! I told him I'd pay for it and his reply was "What with peanuts?!!!" Obviously, he knew he'd be forking out the dough to pay for my mistake. Not more than a couple of days later...wouldn't you know...dad did the exact same thing! I was laughing hysterically to myself. I am sure I was a little smug when he told everyone what had happened. I remember my comeback, "How are you going to pay for that? With peanuts?" I am not sure if I got the belt...but I should have.

There was more that I wanted to write for today but I got off on a tangent and I need to help Grace write a scary story!