Friday was Madilyn’s 2nd birthday. I cannot believe that two years has passed since I gave birth to my little princess. The past two years have been a whirlwind of marriage, moving, babies and National Championships. Now my little princess is 2 and to celebrate, we were going to have a small birthday party for her at Build-A-Bear Workshop. It’s as inexpensive as $10/child (6 child minimum) and they provide each child with a bear plus a special birthday bear for Madilyn and some goodie prizes in each child’s bear box. Pretty stinkin’ amazing deal. I made Madilyn’s cake and we took it to the party. Some BABWs have party rooms. Ours didn’t so we were going to have to go to the food court for cake but whatever, no big deal.
Madilyn woke up early on her birthday and opened her presents that were stashed in front of our fireplace, Christmas-style. We played with her new bubbles and some new toys, and I decorated her cake. It was a completely low-key day. As time drew near ‘fur’ us to leave for her party, we gathered everyone and everything up and piled into our Dodge Grand Caravan.
Kyle and I were talking and I was filling in my new planner while holding the cake (talk about multi-tasking) while we were driving. When we were about 5 minutes from the mall, we realized that we still had about 15 minutes until the party started and we were SO excited to be on time for once. Getting out of the house with an infant, a toddler and a 10 year old with pretty severe ADHD is NOT easy.
So as we sat at this stop light chatting, we heard a CRASH! GRIIIIIINND! CRASH! as we lurched forwards with severe and unexpected force. Then another CRASH! and lurch before we were able to talk again. Kyle and I looked at one another then screamed for the kids. Styles was sitting in the very back of the van crying and rubbing his head and neck, Grady had begun to fuss and Madilyn was just chillin’ like only Madilyn knows how to do in extreme situations. But because Madilyn and Grady are both rear facing we couldn’t see exactly what condition they were in.
When we turned around we saw the grill of a power-line utility truck stuck into the back of our van.
Kyle began screaming expletives and trying to compose himself enough to get out of the van to check on the babies. About this time, the driver of the truck came up to the car and was banging on our window to find out if we were OK. Kyle got out of the car and chest butted the guy while screaming at him, “WHAT THE EFF WERE YOU DOING, MAN? I HAVE BABIES IN THE CAR!” I’ve seen Kyle upset but I thought he was going to rip this guy’s head off. Completely OFF. I’ve never seen him even remotely this upset before.
The guy finally got the idea and went back to his truck while we checked our kids out and I called 9-1-1.
As soon as I got off of the phone with 9-1-1, I realized that we had 10 minutes to get to the party and I knew that it wasn’t going to happen so I called my friend to let her know what happened. She was gracious enough to tell all of our other party goers and the Build-A-Bear Workshop employees what was going on. She asked if she thought we’d make it at all and by GOD, we were gonna make it so I told her “YES”.
The EMS arrived and checked the kids and I out while the cops took both statements and finished their paperwork. When they let us go, we headed to Madilyn’s party where we proceeded to pretend to be excited and have a good time.
We’re not very good actors.
So the first time we’re running ahead of schedule, we’re in a car accident. Imagine that.