Little Adventures

So yesterday morning we had our first break down on the side of the road without Daddy. Praise God it wasn't anything serious but a mere flat tire. The night before I had taken Joshua into Urgent Care for an asthma flare-up and when we were coming home from the pharmacy, I thought I had run over something. When I circled back around to see what it was, I didn't notice anything on the ground. By morning, I had completely forgotten about it.

So I drove carpool, went to the local egg vendor for eggs and made it almost home before the car started shaking. But God was so kind to me. For one, I had my cell phone. I rarely use it so I half the time, I don't know where I put it. I try to keep it in the car but this doesn't always happen. So yeah, I had my phone. And secondly, there is a little store out in these here parts that is my favorite pit stop. It's called Four Corners. I go there often to pick up a Diet Coke and some mini York Peppermint Patties. And what do you know, my tire went totally flat right next to the store. So I pulled into their parking lot and we waited there for the tow truck. This was really a blessing because I always feel a bit vulnerable by myself with the kids and a strange repairman. But this way I wasn't on the side of the road, by myself with the three kids (Isaac was already at school). Steve was in the middle of giving a final exam so I knew I was on my own. And I was really thankful it didn't happen on the way to school with a car full of kids. That would've been an even crazier deal.

So while we waited for the tow truck, we pranced inside, grabbed ourselves some fishy crackers, a very large Diet Coke for me and of course some peppermint patties. The tow truck arrived within a half an hour (was that because I had somehow dropped the info that three little kids were in the car?) and the whole ordeal only put us back an hour and a half or so. Not bad if you ask me. It was kinda like the luxury version of those types of tales. I'll take it. Again, God was really kind.

And when we got home, I had a bit of fun with Elliana's hair. I had been trying to get a little pony tail in her hair for a long time but she just twisted and turned with frustration. Anyhow, yesterday I finally conquered her little will and distracted her long enough to put in a rubber band. So much fun. Of course, she was crying a bit since she was moving and pulling on her own hair. But then I told her, "Elle...get used to it. Beauty is pain." Ha ha!

Thanking God for His provision even in the little bumps and simple joy like baby hair.