Our Minor Military Movements
We had a Mercury Mountaineer SUV style vehicle when we had Jacob, we thought it would be perfect for having more kids so we were very pleased with our choice. Then when we got pregnant with the quads we realized there was no way we were getting everybody in that car so we started looking for a minivan. They've got some really cool features these days so weren't too bummered about it, but then we realized - they don't make a minivan that will hold five carseats, much less a couple of adults and groceries etc. So we start over, looking for a van now, and it turns out that even a nine passenger van won't hold all of us plus the quad stroller and those pesky groceries. We ended up with the mommy van of all mommy vans - a 15 passenger Chevy Express van, built to haul! Would you believe - it actually gets better gas mileage than the Mountaineer, we were shocked! Not that gas is affordable by any means, but at least we have the satisfaction of knowing its better than it would have been if we were still ridin' in style 
Well getting this many kids loaded up to take them anywhere is like a minor military movement. It takes lots of preplanning to get ready to go (do we have spare clothes, enough drinks, everybody's favorite blanket or toy or stuffed animal and so on), then we have to leave 30 minutes before we normally would if by ourselves to allow time to hustle everybody into their carseats and prepare for takeoff. Yesterday, as we were huffing and puffing our way through getting the crew strapped in, I guess I was making demands like "put this here, I want that over there, make that strap tighter" and my husband turns to me and says "I am aware of your wishes my Mrs." and then proceeded to ignore me. Is it any wonder we don't get out more often?
Well getting this many kids loaded up to take them anywhere is like a minor military movement. It takes lots of preplanning to get ready to go (do we have spare clothes, enough drinks, everybody's favorite blanket or toy or stuffed animal and so on), then we have to leave 30 minutes before we normally would if by ourselves to allow time to hustle everybody into their carseats and prepare for takeoff. Yesterday, as we were huffing and puffing our way through getting the crew strapped in, I guess I was making demands like "put this here, I want that over there, make that strap tighter" and my husband turns to me and says "I am aware of your wishes my Mrs." and then proceeded to ignore me. Is it any wonder we don't get out more often?










Husbands do have a way of reminding us when we start getting pushy, but we sure do love them.
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