grease monkey
following my usual blogging trend, i'll probably be hitting you with several entries all at once...followed by a huge hiatus in which i'll accumulate more than i could ever possibly hope to catch up on. i'll get overwhelmed with the quantity of material, but eventually come crawling back, trying to tackle it all.
so, i'll give you this from today...
after my midwife appointment today, i took the kids to get an oil change for the van. it has really been a long time since i've done that. partially, we just don't do it that often. but between selling and buying cars, having cars serviced at the dealer and steve or my dad having taken care of this task a couple times, i just haven't done it myself in a while. i only remember one other time doing it with the two kids and that was when evan was in an infant carseat. it just isn't generally a super kid friendly activity...or at least that's what i thought.
we went to grease monkey and evan was beside himself with excitement/frustration. he went to the car wash one time with me last week and has since then been obsessed with any building with a garage that looks like it might contain a carwash. he wants to go back. he wants to go in. and he wants to tell you all about how loud it was.
after passing off our vehicle, we walked over to peek into the adjacent carwash. the owner of the grease monkey was sending another customer's car through the automatic wash and cautioned us not to get wet. i said, "yeah, we're just looking...my son is obsessed with carwashes lately." the guy ended up being super friendly and said that he when they started working on our car he would come and find us to have a tour to see what the underside of mommy's car looked like.
so, we waited FOREVER in their tiny waiting room and eventually, the owner came and said, "is this young man ready for his tour?" i just kind of stood up with everyone cause i knew that evan would be scared to just go with this guy by himself. and plus, just because anya's a girl doesn't mean that she wouldn't find it interesting (and probably even get more out of it at her age). heck, i was curious, too! so, we all tromped down the stairs to the basement of grease monkey and got to see the underside of the van and watch the oil coming out. it was all pretty overwhelming for evan. he was a little scared to even go down the stairs. and when we said it was over, he kinda took off running to go back upstairs. but they both really thought it was cool and he couldn't stop talking about it afterwards.
it's just funny to me what you get to experience when you have kids. and also funny how differently people inherently treat boys and girls.
so, thank you grease monkey for the enlightening tour. i'm sure i'll be hearing about it from my son and my daughter for quite some time.
so, i'll give you this from today...
after my midwife appointment today, i took the kids to get an oil change for the van. it has really been a long time since i've done that. partially, we just don't do it that often. but between selling and buying cars, having cars serviced at the dealer and steve or my dad having taken care of this task a couple times, i just haven't done it myself in a while. i only remember one other time doing it with the two kids and that was when evan was in an infant carseat. it just isn't generally a super kid friendly activity...or at least that's what i thought.
we went to grease monkey and evan was beside himself with excitement/frustration. he went to the car wash one time with me last week and has since then been obsessed with any building with a garage that looks like it might contain a carwash. he wants to go back. he wants to go in. and he wants to tell you all about how loud it was.
after passing off our vehicle, we walked over to peek into the adjacent carwash. the owner of the grease monkey was sending another customer's car through the automatic wash and cautioned us not to get wet. i said, "yeah, we're just looking...my son is obsessed with carwashes lately." the guy ended up being super friendly and said that he when they started working on our car he would come and find us to have a tour to see what the underside of mommy's car looked like.
so, we waited FOREVER in their tiny waiting room and eventually, the owner came and said, "is this young man ready for his tour?" i just kind of stood up with everyone cause i knew that evan would be scared to just go with this guy by himself. and plus, just because anya's a girl doesn't mean that she wouldn't find it interesting (and probably even get more out of it at her age). heck, i was curious, too! so, we all tromped down the stairs to the basement of grease monkey and got to see the underside of the van and watch the oil coming out. it was all pretty overwhelming for evan. he was a little scared to even go down the stairs. and when we said it was over, he kinda took off running to go back upstairs. but they both really thought it was cool and he couldn't stop talking about it afterwards.
it's just funny to me what you get to experience when you have kids. and also funny how differently people inherently treat boys and girls.
so, thank you grease monkey for the enlightening tour. i'm sure i'll be hearing about it from my son and my daughter for quite some time.
posted by Lara at 3:22 PM
3 Comments:
Wow, impressive, grease monkey! It is amazing how much friendlier people are to me when I have my kids along. I sort of get lost in the shuffle without them. Makes me kind of sad for the rest of my life when I don't have them as my natural icebreaker!
actually, i can't say that in general people are friendlier to me when i have my kids along. maybe i'm just colored by some bad experiences, but i feel like i more often get people who are annoyed. which is why this experience was extra nice.
That's so cool. I've never been down to the bowels of jiffy lube and I'm jealous. The other day, the TSA people threw me a bone by letting some contraband through security (16 D cell batteries). Although I was alone, she said something about kids, so I presume she thought I was with the woman in front of me who had 2 kids with her. Sometimes kids help...
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