The Wedding Trip Day One

Day One

It's Friday, and I am up at the crack of dawn with the idea of getting my tiny trio up and playing in hopes that they will be ready to take a much needed nap once nap time arrives.

Somehow, we manage to get everything loaded into the van and the babies dressed and ready to go by our estimated time of departure which ideally was set for 10 a.m. which is nap time.

I ran into a slight snag with the addition of the second portable DVD monitor to our traveling movie theater set up.

It took a bit of rearranging and cord threading to get everything set up to where we THOUGHT that it would be safely out of harms way.

I blocked Bregon into his seat in the van with the ice chest full of milk and juice and a grocery bag full of crackers, cookies and peanut butter.

Then, we set out on our adventure with high hopes of a pleasant trip. I really should have insisted upon driving, really I should have.

But of course, men being men, husband decided that he needed to drive. He isn't accustomed to driving with all four of the children in the car at once.

Let me tell you, there is a very good reason I rarely take my tiny trio anywhere anymore!

There is just to much for them to do, all sitting less than an arms length away from each other in their car seats lined up across the backseat of the van.

Husband got a quick crash course in why we rarely go out these days! Kian started up almost immediately.

You have to understand that it is almost impossible to describe exactly what was happening and what was going to happen to a bunch of barely two-year olds.

So, Kian was greatly concerned (and rightly so) about the exact whereabouts of his "Night-night" which in Kian terms means his bed, or where he is expected to take a nap or sleep.

We had left at nap time thinking that the kids would take their usual nap at its usual time.

What we didn't realize, is how much creatures of habit my triplets really, truly are these days!

Kian simply couldn't find it in his heart to bring himself to fall asleep in his car seat for his nap.

He wanted his "Night-night" and it made him suddenly sad. It also didn't help that he had managed to drop his pacifier on the way out to the van and it was sitting in wait for our return on our front porch.

Kian began to cry. In fact, I consider it more of a wail of sorts, and he managed to keep this wailing up for a good two hours somehow.

Somewhere along the way, Vivienne decided to champion her brother's cause, and also took up a bit of wailing of her own just for good measure.

Kai just sat there watching his movie, sucking his thumb until he actually did finally fall asleep.

Eventually, they all three slept a tiny bit, but not before Daddy's brain became frazzled and confused and most distracted by the wails coming from the backseat of the van.

Somehow, we made it all the way to Livingston without having to stop for lunch. Once we did, though, we were all scared to turn off the van which would stop the DVD player from playing, so the car was left running and lunch would have to be obtained in shifts.

This is how I found myself standing in a very long line in a McDonald's with some very colorful people.

One of these people decided to share a bit too much of their lives with me. I know he meant well, and he was being cute, and probably even hitting on me a bit, but EEWWW!!

Let me tell you, this was a much older grey haired gentleman who was very large and had boils all over one side of his face.

Apparently, I must have looked friendly or something, because he immediately began to make small talk with me.

Over the course of my changing lines several times in an effort to avoid his most unwanted advances, I would learn how he lived at home with his mum still, and how he really wanted to have an ear pierced.

However, this man couldn't remember which was the correct ear to have pierced to avoid giving off the "Wrong Impression" of sorts.

I was ever so thankful for the lady who finally asked if she could take my order! It seemed this man really liked talking to me, too!

We did have a good giggle later on about it, but agreed not to stop at that McDonalds on the way back, lest I meet similar types again...

We finally made it to Plantersville about 4:30 and headed immediately out to the Renaissance Festival site to find our groom.