The Stevens

Earlier this week I ordered a Bountiful Basket.

If you haven't heard of them. They're wonderful. I think the site is www1.bountfulbaskests.org.

When you order a basket, you choose a pick up time and place. Last week all that was left was a 1/2 hr away at 7:30am. So this time I scored a closer pick up at 8:45am. Then Kellan told me he had a work meeting at 8:00am. They usually go for an hour and a half. Groan. That meant me alone will 4 kids. Oh well, I thought, last week we just drove up, threw our produce in the van and were on our way. I'll be fine.

I arrived and parked a gazillion miles away since it looked like the only place left (Later I noticed there were much closer parking spaced behind the building). We made our way across the road at toddler speed. A nice van waited for us to cross. Libby lost her shoe half way and freaked out. The nice van contiued to wait as we retrieved the shoe, put on the shoe, and inched our way across the road. We were quite a scene.

We turned the corner to find a long line wrapping all the way around the building. Groan again. The kids were thankfully, really good in line. They stayed right next to me and Truman was happy hanging out in the car seat (Yes, he's a bit big for the portable. We're working on it.)

A half hour later though, it became clear that lugging a car seat with a 18 lb baby and pushing an apple box full of produce while herding 3 other chilluns was going to take a while to get back to the van a gazillion miles away. I had seen this coming as I waited in line, but had been unable to think of a plan to get all my kids and the produce back to the car. So there I was lugging and pushing and cursing and feeling very foolish.

Today I'm grateful for the nice man who had been behind us in line and returned after loading up his own basket to offer his help and carried my box to the van for us. If it weren't for his help, I might still be lugging and pushing and herding.