A Series of Comical Events!

Last night Chad came home with new license plates one for each of us. His reads BEG 6954, mine reads BEG 6969. Can you believe that it actually says that? Thank you state of Michigan.

Today I hauled Tristin and Bell to the doctors they both had rechecks and Bell had a check up as well. In the last three days T has had his blood drawn then an I.V. on top of feeling awful. I had the CBC report from Children's Hospital so I thought that would be enough. Well it turned out that he had to have it done again and Bell had to get three shots. So he is worked up about getting his finger poked then he saw his sister getting shots. He started crying for her and rolled right off the table in his nervous fit. Then we go outside and it's freezing I put him in through my door and tell him to crawl in the back (his seat was in the third row). I proceed to put Bell in and hold onto the stroller with one foot because it's so windy. I go to the back to put the stroller in, open the hatch and T rolls out of the car onto the ground. I just slightly broke his fall with my knee. Then in a panic I started yelling what are you doing, don't you ever get back there again, I told you to get into your seat. I then see other parents walking into the office looking at me in horror. This cracks me up. I take him to the side door escort him in and buckle him up. I go back to put the stroller away and see it rolling down the driveway and almost into Trenton Road. I am running and chasing and again cracking up. I get in the car and T's so proud of me you caught it Mommy way to go and so on. He kept going on and on about it.

It is always like this with my family. Calamity seems to seek us out. Does this happen to normal families? Who knows?