We took our first four boys with us everywhere, if mommy went for a haircut, boys went along, if Daddy took the car for an oil change he'd have four little traveling companions. Grocery store, bank, doctors office, furniture store, car shopping, four little boys, a diaper bag, and a stroller, were our constant companions. If we couldn't find a babysitter on date night, we went on a family date, our four little boys were local restaurant connoisseurs.
We took #1 to Disneyland when he was three, two years later we made the Disney pilgrimage once again with #1 and #2; we didn't want them to miss out on anything.
After a four year break we added three little ones to brood; but, in the interim a fun little change had grown-up on us. We found ourselves with the wondrous innovation known as built in baby sitters. So cool! For a nominal fee, bringing home a favorite candy bar for instance, adorable Hubby and I could sneak away, on a Friday night, all by ourselves for an hour or two. Mom could run get her hair cut or enjoy a pedicure 'all by herself', a place way more magical then Disneyland. Dad found his happy place is the waiting room of the jiffy lube, sans kiddos. Yep we were hooked, even if we had to bribe our built in babysitters with actual money it was so worth it; so, #5, #6, and # 7 have been little homebodies a trip to 7-Eleven for a Slurpee is as close to a, sit down, restaurant as they get.
And bi-annual trips to Disneyland, ha, OK we did go as a family 3 1/2 years ago the big boys were fabulous to push the three strollers and get fast passes. #5 vaguely remembers it, I think.
Tonight, date night, and all our big boys had plans with friends. Gasp! We had no one to tend. So we loaded up our two little ones and headed to out to get a pizza. #6 and #7 gazed around the pick-up lobby of our local Little Caesars in wide-eyed awe, the crates full of liters of soda, the warming rack full of pizza, cash registers, heady stuff.
We grabbed our pizza and walked out of the store, there right next to our suburban, gleaming in the light from the blockbuster next door was a bright yellow Volkswagen Bug. #7 walked up faced the car, his favorite color, sighed rapturously, his hands clasped over his heart, then gave it a big hug.
We need to get this little guy out more.