Let's start with a spin-off of Axel's quote of the week, Conversations with Axel:
Me: Don't put that in there.
Ax: Why?
Me: Because that jukebox takes only US quarters, not pickles.
and
Me: Did you pop that balloon?
Ax: No, I just put a big hole in it.
Moving on. . . Saturday our triplets (and we) met our first other set of triplets in the mall food court in St. Cloud, two girls and a boy who were about two. None of them were in a stroller, which was sort of amazing because we always needed a stoller with Axel to contain him. Our triple rig drew them over, as it did for most other mall shoppers we encountered. While I spent a few minutes in a fun kids clothing store called Crazy 8 (AWESOME deals) Jesse manned the stroller by a bench, and the store clerk would tell me every time more people stopped to inspect the contents of the giant stroller. A photographer from that area gave us her business card and offered her services for free so she could have triplets in her portfolio. The best is when people stop right in front of the stroller and block the way so we can't move until they do. Although, I don't know if that was better than when people just yelled out from across the mall "Hands full!" Yes, thank you. We even had people stop and watch us load everyone in the Escalade just to marvel at how long it took. Ah, the traveling freak show that is our life. Later in the day we went to the Munsinger Gardens to enjoy the lovely day and feed babies. If you are in the St. Cloud area, I'd highly recommend it as a pit stop for its scenery and landscape ideas. And no one there seemed to care how many babies we had. Of course, there are peacocks there for viewing.
We celebrated their first Fourth of July, as is popular in this area, by going to Spicer for the parade and festivities. They all enjoyed the parade very much, except for the part when the fire trucks blew their horns. People asked us if these were the quads from New London. Umm, no. Can you count? We went home for the afternoon and returned for the fireworks that evening without the babies. Axel has been counting down to fireworks day, but for a long time wondered why there were no black fireworks. We finally convinced him that they'd be hard to see at night, but don't be surprised if he invents them someday, because he can't seem to let it go.
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Yesterday I took Axel to get a haircut, which is shorter than it's ever been. Great for summer, but not for me. I may be traumatized, as I was a fan of his blonde curls, but I suppose they'll grow back. Ironically when I brought him home Jesse thought he kind of looked like a girl. How does that work? We cut off long curls and he looks like a girl? Either he is meant to have long hair, or we just can't get used to it.
After the haircut we went into Wal-Mart to buy a belt for Jesse to wear to work. Since it was nice we walked through the plants in the garden center, as they are going on sale now. There was a row of beautiful potted red geraniums for $8.50. Next to it was a row of beautiful potted red geraniums for $14. This is not a typo. They were exactly the same, except marked differently. I grabbed one out of the $8.50 row and went to the register, where it rang up at $14. I told her I got it out of the $8.50 row, but the old bag at the check-out said it needed a red tag on it. It was in the $8.50 row, I said, what's the difference? This one doesn't have a red tag, she said. Yes, thank you. What is the difference between the two rows? I asked. The one row hadn't been deadheaded, another employee came to say. So instead of deadheading nine geraniums, they set up a different row and put red stickers and different signage. Surely that took as long as deadheading the other plants. Stupid Wal-Mart. I've seen emails with the "People of Wal-Mart" shopping, but their employees are a breed of their own, too.
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