Today we went to the local Malloween. It's where you can trick-or-treat at the mall in the blissfully cool air conditioning. Jack was dressed as a train conductor. It was the first trip I took with the boys that wasn't to a child specific location. Eamon was in the stroller and I slung Jack on my back. I absolutely do not wish to walk across a parking lot and have Jack either run away from me as fast as he can or throw himself on the ground in a fury (two of his favorite things, by the way). We met up with some friends and took a ride in the space shuttle.





As I predicted.. as soon Jack put his little feet on the ground, he was off running. I ran after him while shouting to my friends, "WATCH EAMON FOR ME!" I have a feeling that's going to be a recurring phrase in my life. So we wrangled Jack into my friend's Sit and Stand stroller and shoved some sugar into his mouth and everything was hunky dorey. That stroller is amazing. I may have to sell some organs to get it, but I'm willing.




Off to the bounce house to wear off some of that sugar energy. The picture sums it up.



By coincidence, the Aries rocket was scheduled to launch and we were in prime location to see it. I pulled over to go to the beach and walked over with the boys. We watched it fly into the air and Jack was actually interested in it... until he thought he spotted his girlfriend Lucy on the beach. In reality it was just random people and for some reason he thinks everyone is Lucy. So he wants to go to the water which is a nice hike and I'm carrying 2-ton Eamon... no less than 25 pounds total. I tell Jack that we have to go back to the car so, naturally, he throws himself on the sand and starts rolling around. I grab the back of his overalls and carry both of my children back to the car. One kicking and screaming and the other sleeping peacefully. I got stares in the parking lot. I was THAT mom today.