Wal Mart Threw-up a Party for Me

Okay, I thought I spread the word about my experience at Walmart. Guess I hadn't. Here goes. This happened sometime around early summer and Koen had a stomach flu of some sort. After throwing up I decided that he'd be good for at least 30 mins. I packed him and Daradie into the car and off we went. I decided to run to Walmart instead of my favorite grocery store (why, I am still questioning that) because all I needed was some more Gatorade and juice. I grabbed those items (and seriously nothing else) and was standing in line when Koen E R U P T E D again. I'm not talking just a little but a whole wheelbarrow full. I cupped my hands and even pulled up my shirt tail thinking I'd catch some of it. Not a chance. I had puke down my shirt. Puke was in my shoes (I had slip ons and no socks). Throw-up was splattered on my pants. I yelled, yes I really did, at the clerk "Get me some paper towels and a garbage can." That was all she did. Did not even help wipe up the floor but continued to check out the shopper in front of me. Hey, they are known for their fast customer service, right :). I run to the bathroom while Daradie is screaming her head off because she thought Koen was going to die from too much vomit. While in the bathroom I scraped off as many chunks as possible and rinsed off Koen. After we were somewhat presentable, I continued back to the check out stand. Hey, we all know what it's like to be a "mom on a mission." I was at the store for one purpose only--juice and Gatorade. That was all I was asking for. While standing in line with noticeable upchuck remains and a distinct smell with 2 crying kids, I had a lot of sympathic looks but not one person was willing to let me get ahead of them. Come on people! What was even worse--I just so happened to be in the same line that I was in previously knowing exactly why they had the "caution wet floor" sign posted. She briefly said something like, "Looks like someone is sick." What gives you that idea?

Yet another story of a day in the life of the Peck's. Betcha can't beat that one!

Yet another story that could only happen to us....

I'm at Big O Tires getting the car inspected and emission tested (yeah, you lucky Idahoans don't have to worry about that...your time will come for pointless things like this later in life). Koen is pushing his Lightning Mcqueen car around the piles of tires on display. Suddenly I hear him screaming. I turn around and a pile of tires fell on top of him. I'm pretty sure he was trying to climb in it because I tried a while to wedge the tire off his body--he somehow was able to fit inside the inner rim/wall of the tire. Anyway, I'm pretty much laughing thinking that this kind of thing only happens to funny ole Pecks. Once I get the tire off (notice "I"-- I forget how a store full of men are deaf and dumb when it comes to acknowledging a damsel in distress) I notice that Koen's mouth is bleeding a ton. I'm cupping the blood under his chin looking around for a bathroom or roll of paper towels. While rinsing and pouring, I notice a white square thing floating in the blood. Crap! I just knew it was a tooth. I'm sticking my fingers through his mouth seeing what tooth it was. All in place--it was a piece of chiclet gum that wasn't chewed up yet. No stiches. Just a giant bloody scab on his lip. Doesn't look the most attractive due to the other half of lip currently sporting a cold sore. There you have it. Another event in life that could only happen to us. However, this does no justice to the throw-up piles in Walmart that I suffered through a few months ago. If you think men in Big O tires are insensitive--you haven't had an incident with employees at a Walmart. I'd take Big O men over Walmart help anyday.

Dan is the Man

This one is for you, Dan...

Can anyone beat this guy as a husband and a dad? Didn't think so. He already put up the Christmas lights around the house AND cleaned up the dinner mess--as in the "whole enchilada" mess (man, I just make myself laugh), wiped off counters and loaded and turned the dishwasher on. Kudos to you, Dan the Man.

Couldn't Resist to Post Some More...

Cowboy Koen for Halloween--he accessorized with handcuffs, 2 pistols, belt buckle, canteen, and a whip. We left the horse behind. Koen is not a fan of candy, pies, cakes, cookies.... What? How come that kid weighs in at 46 lbs. without eating junk food? Well, dear friends and family his weakness is chips. He did trick or treat just because he knows that's the social thing to do. We all knew he wasn't going to eat any candy (Daradie was very excited about this fact as well). While at one house he noticed that they were handing out Cheetos. "Hey, I like those!" yells Koen (I say yell, because we could hear him from the front sidewalk) and in response the lady says, "Oh, really? Well, I have two big bags of these." Koen knowing he'll never get another chip bag that night yells, "Give me another one!" Much to his dismay, she did not comply. He should've put up his guns. Just a sidenote: he begged to be a shark in dirty water for Halloween. Who in the heck knows how to create a shark in dirty water? He had to settle for a cowboy.
Daradie in action--I rarely get a shot with my kids sitting still. She was Mariposa. You know, the Barbie fairy. Keep up with the Barbie lingo, huh!

My kids playing "at the beach." Gotta love Koen's pose for the ladies.

I'd like to think of myself as a relatively calm and patient person....
This is the outcome: sock puppets. Koen refused to wear his sock puppet on his hand. Socks go on feet, duh Mom!

Kiddos had a blast at Thanksgiving Point. They watched calves being bottle fed and fed some goats and rode a tractor. The whole time, I couldn't help think, 'seriously, I'm paying for this? I did stuff like this for FREE.' Don't be embarrassed Dad that your city grandkids are on a plastic cow. Felt like we were in DisneyLand for a few moments. Had to track down the Pumpkin Princess so dear Daradie could get her picture taken with her.

Blogger Journal

Hey, does anyone know how to print blogs off easy? Blogger is not supported by any "blog to book" companies. Trust me. It's a new thing that just started a month ago. Something about API's and then I slowly tuned out once they put instructions on the Internet on how to transfer (see blog2blog...or something like that) Blogger to another company. However, you can cut and paste in Microsoft Word and still adjust fonts, pictures, etc.

Great! Now I'm a bit hesitant to post anything....there's pictures of Daradie with the Pumpkin Princess and Cowboy Koen and their funny missionary lesson just screaming to be seen by all....hmmm. What to do, what to do.