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Mostly Minivan-related Mom Things

Within nanoseconds of being put in her carseat, your wily eighteen month old removes her shoes and socks.  Inevitably, when you get to your destination, you manage to find only one of the socks.  No worries though!  You can either pull a spare pair from the depths of your gigantic purse or manage to find a close-enough match from one of the thousands of other unmatched socks lying about on the floor of your minivan.

When your incredibly blessed-with-toys seven year old approves of the shoebox you packed for Operation Christmas Child with an enthusiastic "That's great!", you know that some 5-9 year old boy somewhere is going to be very, very happy this Christmas.

Your top desk drawer at work contains Thomas the Tank engine DVDs and a post-it note of your middle daughter's baby milestones that have yet to make it into her baby book - three years later.


Whenever you go to the drive-through at the bank in your minivan and the teller asks if you have any kids in there, your knee-jerk reaction is to be offended.  How dare she assume you have a bundle of kids just because you drive a minivan?  Then you realize, she's totally right.  And whether or not you have kids in the back you nod and smile because, hey, free lollipop.  (I know, that's evil.)

Along the same lines, you actually love that when you drive through Dunkin' Donuts and order a coffee and a sprinkled donut that the employees most likely assume the sprinkled donut is for a youngin' in the back of that minivan.  Little do they know......


Your four year old's response to being told to clean up?  "I'm too lazy to do that right now."  At least she's honest?  And apparently smart enough to use the word "lazy" in the correct context?

You thought that building a playground in your backyard would be a good way to have some peace and quiet in your own yard.  Turns out, building a playground in your backyard just means that all those neighborhood boys and girls who used to play out front are now playing out back.

The cupholder in the back seat of your beloved minivan is chock full of plastic bugs.  Your seven year old keeps them in there because "they're good toys to keep in the van because they're small and they won't get lost if they stay together in the cupholder."  Good.  Better there than scattered ALL OVER your house.  Right?


Meanwhile, the passenger side handle of your minivan is chock full of spare hair bows for your little girls.  You can never have too many extra pink bows available.  You know, in case your eighteen month old decides to rip the one you put in her hair out and chews it to shreds before you reach your destination.  (Clearly, she has a whole arsenal of ways to keep herself busy in that back seat.)


Your kids apparently don't realize the actual definition of dessert [something sweet to follow dinner].  Instead, they think it's anything of their choosing following the actual meal.  Some of their choices include a few slices of pepperoni, a cheese single, and Doritos.  Whatever.  You're not going to force them to eat sweets.

5 comments:

Aneesa said...

He he :) Caleb does the same darn thing in the car....I mean with the shoes and socks and all....not really the hair bows so much, but I'm sure if I gave him a hair bow he would chew it up too :)
Yeah and just last night my kids wanted a piece of bread for "dessert".

Katie said...

Yay, a new blog post. Thanks for the usual entertainment :)

Debbie said...

I am laughing at your minivan ones! Sounds like you drive the same a toy chest on wheels that I drove for about a decade. Now, it's just a purse on wheels. At least you have three kids to blame.

Wish I had kids to blame my sprinkled doughtnuts on, too...

Denise said...

Just think Jennie, if they pick pepperoni and cheese for dessert, YOU get to have the sweet stuff. (Based on the lollipop and donut info...just sayin').

I so get the hair bows all over the minivan. I'll bet if I looked under my seat right now I'd find one! (My girls are 25 and 22).

Sharon Kirby said...

I'm not even going to remember some of the stuff I found in various places in my Explorer. With two boys, it was often difficult to determine if it was animal, vegetable, or mineral - if it was ever alive - if it was STILL alive - or if I needed a HazMat team to remove it...

I miss those two - my car's just WAY TOO CLEAN!

GOD BLESS, Jennie - give those cuties a hug from me!

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