Who's that crazy pregnant lady with the two wild boys?

I think that is what some of the people at the Towne Center were thinking today when they saw me...

Thad is always saying that I need to let the boys be boys and be crazier. The other day when Nate (now 18 months old) was counting to three (although it is cuter than heck to hear him count) and then jumping off the couch Thad said, "at least they're not jumping off the house yet". Off the house? Oh man, I'm in for it with three boys aren't I?

Anyway, I digress, and my stories get too long Thad says, so I'll focus back on my adventure at the Towne Center. I decided to be a good teacher and go support the Boys Baseball Team at their Rubio's Fundraiser tonight and eat and let the boys play at bit--they love running around there up and down the stairs at the Towne Center and especially sitting by the fountain. Today was not too different but there was another family of four boys that were doing the same thing and Sammy just jumped in and was chasing them. I wanted to go back and get some water from Rubios and Sammy was ignoring me so I ran in and got some water while toting my 30 pound heavyweight Nate.

We came back out and Nate was squirming to get out of my arms so I started chasing him and trying to watch Sammy over by the fountain when all of a sudden Sammy disappears around the back side of the fountain (which is usually okay because he marches around and around and around it) but only this time he doesn't come immediately back out and I hear a little boy start screaming. Ahhhh! Nate is running one way, Sammy has fallen into the fountain and I don't know where to run so I ditch Nate and hope he doesn't fall or run off or get stolen and I run to grab Sammy from the fountain. I get there just as two high school kids are helping him out and grab him soaking wet and throw him into the stroller and then run and chase Nate who is climbing up the gate and then falls (luckily not on his head). Sigh. I didn't even stop to see what people were saying I just ran to the car, stripped Sammy,threw him in the car and headed for home. Wow, what a day. I can only imagine what is to come...I guess I won't be adventuring off to the Towne Center with three by myself until they're a little bigger...

p.s. it would have been a great picture with Sammy dripping wet in his orange shirt and khaki shorts crying and shivering but alas my camera was dead--dumb Murphy!