Chicklets at McDonalds

Yesterday was Saturday. We typically try to find something to do on Saturdays, but this Saturday we decided to hole up and stay home... until Josiah, Micah, and Noah started getting stir crazy. There's just something about being stuck in the house that you'd rather go someplace else. Well, it was around 6:30 in the evening, the sun was thinking about setting, and I mentioned to Steve, why don't we take the boys to the nice playground? The weather's cool, and there probably aren't too many people there. So I dressed the boys in a little sweatsuit each, we piled into the car and arrived at the playground at 6:50. The playground closes at 7:00. We kept driving, and the poor kids cried because they had seen that we intended to go to the playground but didn't. That was devastating to them. Micah and Noah cried, but Josiah was quiet. They settled down when we told them that we would go to McDonald's and they could play at the playground there. The nearer we got, the happier they were. When they saw the golden arches, they said "Fa fies!" and they were happy.

We parked the car, got them out and went into the play place. It was packed with kids. I had never seen so many children at that McDonald's at once. I went to place the order, and came back. The boys were busy at play. Some of the older children noticed that there were three of them, and started to try to round them up. They would tell Josiah and Micah to go here while some others got Noah. Then our boys would get tired of staying there and would go off to play. Then it was off to the hunt again for the other children. Their parents were in front of us and made light conversation for a while. In the mean time, most of the children that were there had left (with their parents), and there were just seven children there. (Three of them were ours.) Rounding up the triplets was a little easier then. We heard one of the girls holler through the holes, "Mommy, I got one of the chicklets!" (She was talking about Noah.) "Mommy," she said after Micah came into her compartment, "Now I have TWO chicklets!" We thought it was hilarious as she and her older sister kept calling the triplets - chicklets.

After a while, we took the boys home. They had fun, and were glad to be home. I read a story to Josiah, and he helped read it too. (It was called The Potty Train.) The boys seem to love anything with trains. I put the boys to bed shortly after that, and about a half hour later, Josiah woke up screaming. I jumped out of bed to get Josiah. He had a tummy ache (I still don't know why), so he spent the night with Mommy and Daddy. He did wake up feeling fine.