On Sunday, while I was out on my weekly grocery run, the littles ‘found’ N&E’s stash of matchbox cars. I’ve had SOME cars out for them to play with, but nowhere near ALL of them. The majority have been stashed in a large storage bin in the guest room closet. N&E have been playing Wii in the guest room a lot lately, and I’m assuming they got a visitor or two (or three). Needless to say, I arrived home to find cars everywhere.
We have hundreds and hundreds of cars… and we haven’t bought hardly any of them! Matt’s dad started a tradition back when Noah was just a toddler. He always brought a car with him, each time he saw him. He would hold it behind his back, and ask him to pick a hand. He never missed a beat. Once Eli was born he started bringing 2 cars with him. This tradition carried on up until we lost him to cancer. Unfortunately he wasn’t able to meet our trio, but we strongly believe he had something to do with them! You see, Matt is the baby of 5 boys, and I’m guessing this is pay-backs… something like that. (If you don’t already know our story, we did IVF (trying for 1 girl) but only implanted *2* embryos… resulting in *3* fraternal babies (boys)… read more on that HERE…).
Something like this might just send most people over the edge… but I’m not like most people anymore! Yes, at one point, pre-triplets, this probably would have completely stressed me out. I’m in the mindset now that if they are playing nicely together and not fighting or destroying household items, I can deal with picking toys up off the floor. Ever tried to keep three 2-year-olds entertained all day, and still get household duties done???
The last two mornings they have made a bee-line straight to the car box, only to dump it out again. Soooo much fun. They love the ‘buses’ and ‘firetrucks’ the best. Now, if only I could find a ‘trash truck’, we’d be golden. I’m sure stepping on a Barbie or Polly Pockets is far less painful, but what do you do?
Just for chuckles and grins, last night we counted them as we put them back in the box. We picked up FOUR HUNDRED FORTY-TWO cars, off the floor alone. There’s no telling how many others are up in the cribs, buried in the toy box, in the couch cushions, out in the dirt, or in my kitchen drawers.
We can’t help but think of Grandpa every time they play with these. What a treasured memory we have. We miss him every day.
That’s a lot of LOVE Grandpa!!!
Helen says
August 24, 2010 at 7:23 pmOh my gosh, woman! That's a LOT of cars!