I have a gazillion good memories with my grandparents. They were the type to take us places our parents could never afford, like the movie theater, bowling, San Fransisco, museums, etc. We created a lot of memories. Now they are still in the "Big City" and the kids and I are secluded in our small town. Getting five kids to visit Great Grandpa and Great Grandma three hours away is not such an easy task. But I was missing them. So on Friday, I loaded the five littles and headed to the "Big City".

In the short time we were there (I believe it was less than two hours), I nursed two babies and fed three children. Four out of five of my children went #2. Three out of four of those children had blow outs, requiring a changing of clothes. Two babies needed naps (as you can see below, Grandpa assisted with), and an exhausted Mother needed food!
Needless to say, I didn't get the picturesque special time I had imagined...but I suppose that's the new reality with toting around my little army.

I keep forgetting that my expectations need to be set to a minimum. I had nine stops to make in one day as it's not often we get out to the Big City. Nine stops. Five car seats. One double stroller, a sling holding a two-year-old, four empty hands waiting to touch things....one parent to man the madness. What was I thinking?!
We survived. We saw Grandma and Grandpa. We made our nine stops, and thankfully, arrived at home with all five children in tow.
It was so nice to see you, Grandma and Grandpa! I hope you were able to air out your home after we left. :-)