Saturday, February 21, 2009
COWBOYS AND YENNER ON A ROPE
I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride...
Aunt Hallie made a cowboy jubilee for the boys since we have finished our cowboy unit in school. The children were giddy about the festivities and the cowboy garb that Aunt Hallie provided for them. Jaydie just keeps shouting "Yeehaw!!" randomly and came into our room this morning saying "howdy partner". He wants to ride his horse Speed (the scooter) constantly and wear his "banana" (bandanna) like a true cowboy. Dude couldn't be any cuter about it.
I also wanted to share a little horror story with you about my last trip to Disneyland. Try not to judge me, I know it was mostly my fault. I decided that I could handle taking all three boys by myself; mistake #1. We had just finished riding the jungle cruise and were walking to the stroller and I saw three children behind me. We weren't holding hands, mistake #2, and it was quite crowded. What seemed like three seconds later I made it to the stroller but with only 2 out of the 3 children. I thought, where's Yenner, and then vocalized my question to the other two, quietly at first. My "Yenner" gradually got louder and louder when at last it reached a full blown scream. I thought for sure someone was running away with him and escaping as I screamed for three or four minutes in circles right there by the jungle cruise. I actually thought at one point that I should use his full name so people wouldn't feel bad for the child named Yenner and then thought that he might not know his full name so switched back to shouting Yenner (does that make any sense?). My fear of man issues were vivid even amidst the chaos. So after what seemed like a lifetime, a woman came up to me and said "are you missing your little boy?" (not sure what gave it away; could have been either the tears or the screams of horror) and I obviously said yes. She took me back to her friend who was holding a ridiculously calm Yenner in line for the jungle cruise. Kind of ironic considering this is where it all started. Imagine if I had prayed and then calmly taken a look around me I probably could have avoided all the freaking out. I'm pretty sure Nolie and Jaydie were more affected (and by affected I mean traumatized) by it than Yenner. But Praise Jesus our Yenner is still with us and we are all recovering nicely. So from now on that boy is going to be on a rope and his new nickname will be Yenner on a rope. That makes way more sense than Yenner Goo. You might think that this would squash my Disneyland addiction but it sure didn't. Does anyone want to go with me next time? You could hold Yenner's rope.