After a weekend of traveling with the Wee Ladies, I have tallied:

2 10 packs of Timbits consumed
3 games of I Spy played
1 Tim Horton's coffee with double cream
2 Skinny Vanilla Lattes from Starbucks
1 McDonalds meal
3 boxes of Kleenex for EvieG because she doesn't know how to use just one at a time and we could have had a bonfire with all the paper and goobers

We went to start our search for a place to live in our new town. It is a 4 hour drive between here and there. It went fine. We haven't found anything and need to keep looking. We had fun although it does not go without some crazy moments when there are 3 Wee Ladies in a van for that long.

We have a DVD player that comes out on trips that last more than an hour. We even went to rent some DVD's from Blockbuster for the occasion. We were also told that there was a DVD player in our condo unit.

We were running late on Friday as Hubby took EvieG to the clinic to get her chest checked. She has a wicked cough and cold. By the time we hit the road we were 40 minutes behind and Hubby had to get to his new office to meet his new colleagues. Once we threw everything in the van, we set off. But before we left, I noticed that the DVD was without its power cord. Crap. We couldn't possibly make the 4 hour drive without movies. What did people do before in-car theatre? We couldn't find it and so went without. The kids were fine. They played, slept, coloured, played I Spy....They made it through rather well.

By the time we reached the office, it was like the demons were freed from the confines of hell. They were WILD. Running around, screeching, and climbing on really nice, expensive leather furniture, desks, chairs, and even trying to play with the computer keyboards. I was so proud... They sent us to the boardroom and shut the door. They had a TV in there and put on kids programming. They were very gracious and understanding, but I was anxious and sweating, and even more anxious because I thought I smelled. I was hot. I was flushed. I felt badly for the Wee Ladies as I tried to control them.

We had a condo with 2 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms and a kitchen. We ate out once and stayed in the rest of the time. I had packed lots of food and snacks, so we were more than okay. It worked out pretty well, but come the time to put in a movie, there was no DVD player. They told me there would be a DVD player. Crap. There was a remote, but no machine. Just 2 old VCR players and old TVs. The buttons were sticking and made it difficult to find something to watch. I did stay up to finish watching Two Weeks Notice starring Hugh Grant and Sandra Bullock.

The stuff that we managed to pile into the van is astonishing really. I think our realty agent was flabbergasted by all the crap as she tried to entertain the Wee Ladies in the van as Hubby and I ran through a few places. Playpens, bed rails, food and drink, bags of clothes, toys, markers and colouring books, garbage, stuffed animals, towels and blankets, double strollers, and a case of beer. The van was overflowing. It took a special trip into town just to get rid of the Kleenexes and garbage.

The ride home was more trying. The girls were more edgy and irritable on the trip home. We tried to keep them occupied and were ecstatic when they fell asleep. And then Hubby had to go and stop to use the bathroom. As soon as the van slowed down, we were greeted with wailing.

We have to stop a few times while on the road. We need to stop for bathroom breaks and just to let the Wee Ladies stretch their legs a bit. I think that Hubby and I go to the bathroom more than EvieG does. She has a bladder like a camel. I ask and ask if she needs the washroom. She always replies with a no and continues with her colouring.

The Destroyer was next to EvieG and kept passing gas. She found that she would get a rise out of her sisters when she did her thing. And so she kept pushing. Trying to get it all out to continue the laughter. When there was no more left, EvieG leaned over and pulled her finger, hoping that there was a little more to release.

The Destroyer is all about gas. It comes out both ends constantly, much to her sisters' amusement. When it came to her turn in I Spy, EvieG would preface with the whole, I Spy, with my little eye, something that is......and she would get a gassy response. The Destroyer put her lips together and made noises much like her lower end. Her sisters roared with laughter. They also blamed any odd smell on her too.

I thought I taught better manners than that.

I am just happy that it hasn't been a part of the dinner entertainment yet. I know that in due time The Destroyer will captivate her audience at the table.

And give her the opportunity, she might even try it at a restaurant.

We'll just blame it on the fast food.

All's I'm sayin's all.

PS Thanks a bunch to Nenny With Twins who posted on my behalf on Friday! I love you! You are the best!

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